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... and damp stone, candle flame casting endless, distorted shadows upon the ancient walls. There was a form at the rear of the room, his form looming, but his own face obscured by the darkness. His cloak was wrapped around him like the shadows themselves, attracting to himself all the light that would come near.
In front of him, tight-lipped but tense gaucheness, stood Lord Ravenswood. There was a superior smirk on the face of the nobleman, but beneath his sneer lay a tension. His earlier ...
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