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... uilding smelled faintly of dust and polished wood, its tall shelves lined with scrolls, tomes, and thick binders that looked like they hadn’t been opened in years.
But what surprised me the most wasn’t the silence or the grandeur of the place—it was seeing Rennon, already inside, waiting near a long wooden table.
He looked like he belonged there, calm and quiet in his fitted black turtleneck and ash-grey slacks, a stack of papers set to one side and two lunchboxes opened neatly i ...
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