white label

The television screen sparkled and wavered before fixing on the image of a young man standing next to a glass table, leafing through an assortment of letters. Rick pushed a strand of sandy hair out of his face as he frowned at the bills. Casually tossing the envelopes over the smooth tabletop, Rick reached over to pick up a video cassette. He turned the white label up so he could see what it said.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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