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... odium, the atmospheric pressure in the ballroom seemed to drop.
The low hum of a hundred elite conversations died instantly, replaced by a silence so profound you could hear the faint clinking of silver against china in the far corners of the room.
He stood there, bathed in the harsh, white glare of the spotlight. He looked devastating.
The suit, the faint cuts, the absolute stillness of his posture, it all combined to create an image of terrifying, singular focus.
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