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... rifting from the grand Thompson mansion.
The golden lanterns at the front cast long shadows across the marble stairs, each flickering flame reflecting in Azazel’s eyes as he stood there, still as a statue.
His hands were tucked neatly behind his back, but his weight shifted from one polished shoe to the other, betraying his impatience.
"Why are you standing here, Azazel? Are you expecting someone?"
Denovan’s voice came firm and suspicious, cutting through the quie ...
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