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... squeaking of shoes over polished tiles, a faint hum of servants exchanging orders and glances. Above it all, Carlos sat at the edge of a long bench in the back kitchen, his head resting on his palm, sighing as if his breaths carried the burden of past centuries.
His face was slightly tense, with two permanent lines above his brows from thinking or as he liked to call it, "a philosophical contemplation of the absence of meaning." But in truth, he was depressed. His master Valerian's abse ...
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