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The dim light of the carriage lantern cast long, dancing shadows across Philip's face, making his expression seem even colder. Lewis shifted uncomfortably on the seat opposite him, the weight of his own conscience a heavy burden.
"Your Grace," Lewis began, his voice hesitant but firm. "I don't think that's right."
Philip, who had been staring out at the darkened city streets, slowly turned his head. His eyes, barely visible in the gloom, were devoid of any warmth. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
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