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... ness in the room.
The fragrance of fresh tea lingered in the modest air of the Bladecrest cottage. Despite the simplicity of the space — the worn table, creaking chairs, and aging wooden beams — there was a sense of gravity here now, as if the air itself had thickened from the weight of truth.
Leo Aetherwind sat at the table, posture straight, movements precise. He lifted the delicate teacup with practiced elegance and took a slow, measured sip. The warmth didn’t seem to touch hi ...
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