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... into a room they had never entered before.
The room was small, about ten square meters, with tall, cluttered bookshelves lining the walls. Books lay scattered across the floor and chairs, half-open as if abandoned mid-read. The disarray marked it clearly as Old Bai’s domain.
The only exception was the desk by the window. Unlike the rest of the room, the desk was meticulously neat, holding only a stack of thick draft papers and a penholder filled with pens. The stack of drafts was ...
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