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... stone walls studded with candles melted down to their stubs, their flames flickering in yellowish circles. The tiled floor, stained with dry mud and something darker—blood or old wine—carried the heavy smell of poorly burned fireplace smoke.
Hagan was seated on the makeshift throne—a high wooden armchair reinforced with rusty ironwork—chin resting on his fist, eyes downcast. The thick leather coat, dyed dark red, creaked with each tense breath.
Beside him, in a lazy flight, the f ...
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