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... through the gates of Claymore Manor.
Composure was something that had been practiced. A mask he’d learned to wear long before the rebellion, before ether trials, imperial bloodlines, and the kind of family history that left unseen bruises. By the time the gravel crunched under the tires and the estate’s wards tasted his signature and let him pass, he had already rebuilt himself into the version of Maximilian Thornwell that George Claymore preferred.
The loyal nephew.
The ...
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