The Wistful Skyline
The window is finished, my lord, and the light through it is as you commanded." The Duke smiled, a gesture so practiced it seemed less an expression than a mechanical adjustment of the facial muscles, but for a fraction of a second, the skin over his eyes shifted, becoming translucent, revealing a cold, reptilian indifference beneath the charm. I blinked, rubbing the grit from my eyes, and the...
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