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... scrubbed itself.
The walls were a cold gunmetal gray, absorbing the flat, shadowless light from the ceiling panels.
No decorations, no personal touches, just a sleek obsidian desk, a console humming with silent efficiency, and a single visitor’s chair that looked like it was designed by a machine that hated spines.
Zaeryn stood before the desk, hands shoved in his pockets, projecting a lazy confidence he was nowhere near feeling in front of someone like her. He was alread ...
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