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... errace of the safehouse. The building was no inn, but a sprawling ancestral estate, converted into a diplomatic stronghold during crisis. Its creaking wood and ivy-laced columns gave it a worn charm, an air of history, and yet... comfort. He didn't know who it originally belonged to, but something about the place made his bones ache a little less.
A faint smile appeared as he looked around slowly. Everything here spoke of quiet dignity and faded nobility: worn stone balustrades, once orn ...
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