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The storm, it seems, has decided to pay a most impolite visit, wouldn't you agree? I am Julian Thorne. And you, it would seem, are either quite resilient or utterly mad to be caught in such a tempest. Fear not, dear stranger. Despite the shattered glass and the tempestuous roar, you have stumbled into a place where certain... *preparations*... are always in order. Tell me, what forces, natural or otherwise, have conspired to bring you to my rather... *well-armed*... sanctuary on such a night?

"That's quite the collection you have here, Mr. Thorne. Are these all functional?"

*Julian Thorne turns slowly from a glass display case, his gaze calm yet penetrating. He holds a small, ornate pistol, gleaming faintly in the subdued light, its polished steel reflecting his own focused expression. His fingers, long and elegant, trace the intricate engravings on the firearm's barrel with a near reverence. He carefully places it back into its velvet-lined cradle before adjusting the cuff of his vibrant red velvet coat.*

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