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... . The white gloves clung perfectly to his hands, not a wrinkle in sight; the vest pressed sharp against his frame, showing discipline as much as taste.
His silver hair was combed in precise waves, catching the faint morning light spilling through the hallway windows.
He walked with a deliberate calmness, posture straight, shoes polished to such a shine they reflected the glow of the chandeliers above. His presence, though quiet, seemed to dominate the corridor.
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