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... t dimly lit study in the old Rousseau manor. The walls were lined with maps of oceans and dusty shelves filled with strange objects from around the world. There was a faint smell of tobacco, leather, and rain drifting in from the open window.
André sat very still in a wooden chair, his back straight, his expression unreadable. In front of him, a man in his early forties was rummaging through drawers like he owned the place. His clothes were worn from travel, his boots caked with dried mu ...
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