The Mirror of Perfect Form
Sebastian Vane stood before the mirror and held the pose. His left leg was extended behind him, balanced on the ball of his foot, his arms raised and crossed at the wrists above his head, his chin tilted upward at exactly the angle Lord Ashworth had taught him: seventeen degrees, no more, no less. He had been holding this position for forty-three minutes. The morning light through the...
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