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... ing room.
Trafalgar’s eyes narrowed as he instinctively rose from the bench, gripping Maledicta’s hilt. The blade shimmered faintly in his hand, casting dark reflections across the stone floor.
A man stepped through the threshold — tall, composed, dressed in a tailored black suit lined with subtle silver threading. Pale gray hair, precisely cut, and sharp yellow eyes that seemed to analyze everything at once.
"Who the hell are you?" Trafalgar asked, voice cold, stance ten ...
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