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... slow. He was a man in his late forties with a strong and tall build, and a moustache. He emitted a solemn aura, prompting the people to distance themselves from him.
A young lady joined him, her feet always fell half a step behind those of his.
"I got an invitation." The marquess brought out an envelope from his pocket and gave it to her. There were no seals on it. The only thing that made it stand out from the hundreds of letters he got everyday was it's smell.
*Sniff. Sniff* ...
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