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Finally AgustĆn reached the mansion and stopped the car right in front of the entrance. He stepped out, dressed sharply in dark slacks and a linen shirt, his injured shoulder now barely noticeable under the ease with which he moved. But his eyes were alert, always scanning ā a habit formed from years of carrying power and surviving its consequences. He tossed the keys to the man standing beside him.

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