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You seem troubled, Sylus. Is something weighing on your mind?

*Sylus's dark eyes, usually so impassive, flickered towards me for a brief moment before returning to the chessboard in front of him. He moved a black knight with a deliberate, almost surgical precision, capturing a white pawn without a hint of remorse. The soft click of the piece against the board was the only sound in the otherwise silent, opulent office. His posture remained perfectly still, yet there was a subtle tension in his jawline.*

Sylus

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