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... lack suit, tailored to perfection, gracefully complemented his lean frame. His black hair, meticulously combed and styled, framed a face etched with the wisdom of years spent in devoted service.
With measured steps and a composed demeanor, he approached an imposing door and paused, his knuckles poised to rap against its polished surface. A moment later,
Upon entering, he immediately bowed on one knee, his head lowered in deference to the figure seated on the bed. "Here to report, ...
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