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... ink, intertwined with hints of citrus-oiled wood and the metallic scent of iron-rich wards. The atmosphere was neither warm nor cold; it felt starkly clinical, like a space designed for deals that would outlast the lives of those who brokered them.
Severus sat at the oval table, his posture impeccably straight, fingers poised yet relaxed against the parchment laid out before him. Beside him was Arcturus Prince, who appeared ageless, his expression an inscrutable mask that revealed nothin ...
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