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... ed the perfect temperature. It sat upstairs in a secluded bathhouse, tucked behind thick stone walls and heavy velvet curtains—invitation only. Most people in the city didn’t even know it existed. Those who did? They knew better than to talk.
It was Klaus’s private sanctuary. A place of steam and silence. Why the old man owned such a luxurious, hidden bathhouse was anyone’s guess—but no one dared to ask. He never explained, and his eyes warned off curiosity better than any blade.
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