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... mbers stretched long and dim, lined with silver sconces that burned low with steady blue fire. The warmth barely touched the stone walls, and the faint echo of his footsteps rolled through the quiet hall like a soft drumbeat.
He walked unhurriedly, calm as always, his expression gentle, the trace of a smile resting at the corner of his lips. The evening wind had followed him from the garden, tugging faintly at his coat, carrying the scent of wet grass and autumn chill.
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