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... st the polished wood of his table.
The deliberate taps filled the silence like a slow countdown, and each one was a clear reminder of the presence before him.
At last, his weary eyes lifted, tracing the length of the intruder’s pale hands, up to a face that was eerily familiar— identical even, to Zephyr’s. The same striking eyes, the same chiseled features. And yet, while the true Zephyr showed a bit of aging, this version remained untouched by time, preserved in an unaging, immo ...
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