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... ed to say slightly dim. A faint smell of old parchment and candle wax hung in the air, along with the scent of dust that never seemed to settle. Behind his large, aged desk sat Mr. Mortis, his hollow gaze resting on Ezekiel, who stood before him, his expression tightly controlled.
"It was a little stab. Nothing an Elite vampiress couldn’t handle," Mr. Mortis said, his tone as dry as the ancient walls around him.
Ezekiel’s polite smile strained at the edges, a flicker of frustrati ...
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