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... rmor and words are weapons.
The dining room of the Greyson estate was cathedral-high, echoing with the soft clinks of silverware and the low murmur of conversation.
Sunlight poured through the stained glass windows in fractured patterns, but the warmth never touched the long obsidian table at the room’s center.
It could seat sixteen, though only six were present today, and even then, it felt crowded.
Asher casually strode into the dining room as murmurs rippled th ...
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