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... an sat alone.
The room was quiet, built high above the city, its windows open to the morning air. No guards stood inside. None were needed.
The man leaned back in his chair, one hand pressed against his forehead. His fingers lingered there, rubbing slowly, as if easing a familiar tension.
A dark patch covered his left eye, the leather worn smooth from years of use. The strap disappeared into short, unstyled hair threaded with silver. His remaining eye was sharp and steady ...
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