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Chapter 6-2
Tristan stood in the alley outside Dante’s club, tucked discreetly away off St James’, and pulled his evening cape closer around him against the cold fog. He adjusted his hat and then rapped on the door with his cane. Moments later the door opened and he was invited in. The club was high quality. It catered to the tastes of a wide variety of people but, on the surface, it was a small, quiet, respectable gentleman’s club where a man could have a peaceful meal and conversation with friends and engage in a spot of gambling. In reality, it was a place where a man could have his wildest fantasies satisfied. He strolled into the main room and headed for his favourite chair, and Tolson appeared as if by magic. “My lord, how good to see you. I was afraid you might have been offended by our little
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