Magnus Temple knew how to make an entrance. He’d learned how from his father, another big man, how to fight the urge to make one’s self small, how to claim attention crashing boldly into a place and how that boldness would buy you peace and invisibility later, whereas trying to sneak in led to interminable stares. He was, after all, the fattest human be…
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