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... gaze lingered upon his weary countenance. He seemed adrift in a world far removed from the present—estranged even from his own suffering.
A soft murmur escaped her lips, her eyes a turbulent sea of wonder and misplaced pity.
"Ha... who could have imagined such a facade, Duke Lecrone? You cut a truly wretched figure."
For a long interval, she remained motionless, watching his features drown in the depths of some nameless torment.
She exhaled a slow, heavy breath, a ...
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