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... A bottle of red wine had already reached its bottom, yet Titus Zane felt no trace of inebriation; on the contrary, he was much clearer.
On the other hand, the man nestled on the sofa bore a rosy hue on his cheeks, his suit had long disappeared, a red tie hung loosely around his neck, and the collar of his white shirt was open. He lounged lazily on the sofa like a drunkard, nothing like his previous gentle and refined appearance.
Leaning against the sofa, Titus Zane supported his ...
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