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... nned the humble abode, eagerly taking in every detail. Her eyes darted up to the ceiling, down to the floor, left to the walls, and right to the furnishings, as if committing each inch to memory. In front of her stood Napoleon's dorm room, a cozy yet spartan space that spoke to the young scholar's simple tastes.
The twin-sized bed was neatly made, its plain white sheets tucked in with precision. A small armoire, barely large enough for a handful of garments, sat in one corner, its carved ...
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