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... ce was alive with muted tension. Footmen moved like ghosts through the marble halls, their soft-soled shoes whispering over ancient rugs.
Somewhere deeper within, a string quartet practiced for an evening gala that seemed now almost grotesquely out of place.
At the long windows overlooking Lisbon’s sunlit terraces stood King Manuel II, hands clasped behind his back, gaze fixed not on the view but on the figure seated at a modest table behind him.
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