Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. It was not a hard face, but it was resolute. She held up the lamp.
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