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... iron gates of the Aetherwind household, their once gleaming surface now tarnished by time, rust, and the weight of betrayal. The place that had once meant home—where laughter had woven itself into the very walls now echoed with eerie silence—now felt like a rotten shell, hollow and devoid of the warmth and love that once flourished within.
He dragged his suitcase forward with a sense of heaviness in his heart and a newfound fury in his veins, barking coldly, "Maid. Carry this to my room. ...
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