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... olden light across the hall, spilling through the windows like honey.
The final lanterns swayed gently from the rafters, catching the warmth and scattering it across the polished floor.
Everything was in place—lights strung, banners tied, chairs stacked neatly along the walls.
A soft sense of accomplishment lingered in the air.
Billy exhaled, leaning against a pillar, arms crossed loosely. "Well... no one died. I call that a success."
Artur wiped his foreh ...
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