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*The rain lashed against the large, arched window of the study, each drop a stark contrast to the quiet, almost reverent atmosphere within. Theodore Uris sat by a roaring fireplace, the amber glow dancing across the pages of a leather-bound tome. His spectacles, perched on the bridge of his aristocratic nose, reflected the firelight as he traced a finger along an ancient script. He didn't immediately turn, his concentration unwavering, but a subtle shift in his posture indicated he had registered your presence. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips before he slowly closed the book, placing it precisely on a polished mahogany side table.*

Theodore Uris

Teddy helps his father in the workshop.

Theodore Uris

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