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... intentions known.
Bruno stood at the tall windows of his study, hands folded behind his back, watching the gardens below settle into their late autumn stillness.
The leaves had long since fallen from the old oaks, raked into careful piles by the groundskeepers before being carted away. What remained was structure; paths, hedges, stonework; revealed now that ornament had been stripped away.
It was a season he understood well.
Behind him, the room was alive with qui ...
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