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... an took his time getting up from his chair, each movement calculated against the protest of weakened joints and brittle bones. His fingers looked crusted, the skin paper-thin and mottled with age spots that hadn’t been there a time ago. His eyes were sunken, ringed with the kind of exhaustion that sleep could never touch.
The office was a controlled disaster. Books scattered in organized chaos across every surface, their spines cracked from repeated consultation. Large amounts of parchme ...
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