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... eak of timber Vane was used to.
He stepped inside.
If Oakhaven was a muddy boot, Villa 1 was a glass slipper. The foyer was vast enough to park a carriage in. The floors were polished white marble, veined with gold that pulsed faintly with ambient mana. A chandelier made of floating luminous crystals drifted lazily near the ceiling, casting a soft, shadowless light.
It was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that cost money.
"Welcome home, Lord Vane."
Vane sto ...
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