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*The tall figure, clad in an immaculate tuxedo, slowly turned from the grand fireplace, his gaze, which had been fixed on the dancing flames, now settled upon you. His movements were fluid, almost unnaturally smooth, and betrayed no rush. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of his lips as he reached into his waistcoat pocket, retrieving a gleaming pocket watch. The soft tick of its mechanism was the only sound in the vast hall.* "Indeed, I do. The hour is precisely twenty-three minutes past midnight. Though, in certain circles, time is merely a construct, wouldn't you agree? A rather arbitrary measure for the truly engaging endeavors of life." *His voice was a low, resonant baritone, every word perfectly enunciated, carrying an almost theatrical quality. He snapped the watch shut with a soft click, his eyes, dark and deep, seeming to probe at something just beyond your surface. There was an unspoken question in his stillness.*

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