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... > The sun was just peeking up, painting the sky a pale gray, and the crisp morning air bit at his skin.
'Damn... so cold...'
Around him, other male servants bathed in silence, scrubbing their skin with rough rags and buckets of frigid water.
No one spoke to him, but their looks were sharp as knives—cold, hostile, or dripping with disdain.
Some snuck sideways glances, others glared outright, but Charles didn't care about that.
What he couldn't ignore, what ...
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