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... led sounds of the outside world. He exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling in controlled movements as he pressed a hand against the sink’s cool porcelain surface.
The mirror reflected his composed, refined image, but inside, he was anything but calm. His pulse was unsteady, his thoughts a tangled mess.
With a sigh, Elion reached for a stack of tissues from the counter. He carefully dabbed the moisture from the drink that had spilled onto his thigh earlier. The soft fabric ...
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