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Aerric took another sip of his whiskey as his manservant left the room. His thoughts had distracted him from the truth of the moment_. His mate, his love, and how she had betrayed him. He wasn__ sure if he could find his way back, no matter how much he loved her. Aerric waved his hand and the fire in the hearth died out. He sat in his pitch-black office, hoping the memories of her and their love would become like the room_ perfect darkness.
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Aerric took another sip of his whiskey as his manservant left the room. His thoughts had distracted him from the truth of the moment_. His mate, his love, and how she had betrayed him. He wasn__ sure if he could find his way back, no matter how much he loved her. Aerric waved his hand and the fire in the hearth died out. He sat in his pitch-black office, hoping the memories of her and their love would become like the room_ perfect darkness.

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