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... . Then, slowly, he straightened up, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair.
"The Dark Hands?" he repeated, his voice low but vibrating with suspicion. "Here? In my manor?"
The servant nodded, terrified.
The butler, still on his knees, dropped a shard of glass that chimed against the floor.
"My Lord, this is madness! The Dark Hands are criminals! If anyone learns you’ve received them..."
The old man ignored him, his narrowed eyes staring at some invis ...
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