"It is time for you to rise from bed, young master Lovelace. I'm afraid I have allowed you to sleep in far too long and we are burning the daylight away, and we have much to do this fine morning," called the sweet but dark voice of my loyal servant and butler, William Lioncourt, which pulled me from the deep reverie that was my dreams. After speaking, he drew back the red velvet curtains from a nearby window, letting the light flood into the room, illuminating the once dark sleeping chamber.
My eyelids fluttered open and I beheld his image. He was tall, close to six feet, and very slender...
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