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XXXII
XXXII– the Queen’s Gambit
Jin Sanscroft opened his eyes.
He had fallen asleep… in the midst of doing paperwork in his study it seems–again. Sighing, the knight raised a hand to rub the drowsiness from his eyes but stopped short as he slowly moved his hand away, startled at the dampness of his own face.
Tears were still rolling on his cheeks.
That’s… odd.
He had been crying in his sleep…?
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“Sir Sanscroft! Sir Sanscroft, milord please we need your help!” Miss Eden Brighton’s loud and panicking voice rang out across the quiet halls of Sanscroft manor–it was loud enough to wake the dead.
Frowning as he glance
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