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... ding from his temple transformed into a succession of sounds—measured, sharp, too close to heels stepping on marble.
He frowned.
Another new maid. Probably one of those wide-eyed types who hadn’t yet figured out who he was. Curious now, until someone whispered Kilmer in her ear and she scurried off like they all did.
He didn’t bother lifting his head; he didn’t have the power in the first place.
The air smelled of incense and dusted stone. His knees ached against ...
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