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... lf as he walked in the direction Zoe had shown him to sit.
His fingers brushed the smooth, cold wood of the chair back, while his footsteps remained the only sound echoing in the vast room.
The moment he neared the chair and sat down, his gaze flickered up to the far wall, where the largest portrait in the room was.
His blood ran cold while his bones and veins screamed for an escape. In the portrait, rendered in stark, dramatic oils like his father used to mix, was a skel ...
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