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... voice breaking the heavy silence.
Whirling around, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, I found myself facing an elderly man dressed in a crisp black suit.
there was an air of practiced calm about him, but something in his expression ─ a polite stiffness ─ set my nerves on edge.
"my apologies for startling you, miss," he said smoothly, his voice deep and commanding.
"breakfast has been prepared for you, along with hangover soup, at the master’s request. You ...
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