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... iseptic quiet of a place meant for containment. White walls, reinforced glass, filtered air. A faint mechanical hum filled the space, with the pheromone filters cycling every ten seconds. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Count Christian Velloran sat alone at the steel table in the center of the room. His coat lay folded beside him, and the light above cast pale halos against his skin. He appeared thinner than his portraits, pale and drawn, like a shadow of the man who once commanded an ent ...
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