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... —a voice rich with control and velvet menace.
The room was cloaked in darkness, but not disorder. Everything was in place, pristine and deliberate.
Black marble floors gleamed under the faintest trace of moonlight that filtered through sheer silk curtains.
The soft hum of the central AC filled the silence, its subtle breeze whispering across the finely furnished space, keeping the air cool and unnaturally still.
Mahogany shelves lined the walls, each item on them ...
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