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... mansion, gilding the breakfast table in a haze of gold. The room feels vast yet intimate, high ceilings echoing the faint chirp of birds outside, marble floors cool underfoot even through my slippers.
Ruby sits across from me, her silhouette sharp against the light, dark hair loose and catching the dawn like threads of shadow woven with fire. She moves with quiet purpose, buttering a slice of toast as if the act demands her full attention.
My plate holds a modest spread: fluffy ...
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