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... ke with a flourish, his accent so thick and dramatic it felt like he had practiced it in front of a mirror every morning since birth. He was dressed to the nines, his suit so sharp it could cut bread.
Alex Drakonis stepped down from their gold-and-maroon carriage with the grace of a man who had mastered the art of looking important while secretly wondering if he had gotten the time wrong. He adjusted his coat, gave a quick glance to the Drakonis crest emblazoned on the carriage to remind ...
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