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... through the tall kitchen windows, pale and steady, reflecting off the thin layer of frost that still clung to the garden outside. The lawn remained undisturbed except for the narrow path the staff had cleared earlier that morning.
Inside, the kitchen was warm. The long wooden breakfast table had already been set. Plates, fruit, and a small basket of toast sat between cups of coffee and juice. The quiet domestic rhythm of the house had returned after the previous evening’s discussions. < ...
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