"Welcome, we've been expecting you," my butler, bored and composed to near unconsciousness, greeted me with half-closed lids. "Poppycock," I snapped, and hefted my suitcase into his gnarled hands. With surprising deftness, they received it. He did, however, stumble a few steps backward into the arched portico of my family's estate. "The only time you've …
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