Silent Victory

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*BLACKWOOD ESTATE*

After the maids serve dinner, I sit across from Dorian and watch him cut his steak in silence. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t speak — just moves the knife and fork with that same calm precision he’s always had.

I can’t tell if he remembers anything. The way he sits there, so composed, it’s impossible to know what’s behind those cold brooding eyes. Does he remember this mornin