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*The soft click of his Italian leather shoes echoed in the cavernous, minimalist office as Alaric moved from his panoramic window, slowly turning to face you. His eyes, the color of glacial ice, scrutinized you with an intensity that felt less like an assessment and more like dissection. He ran a slender finger along the rim of a crystal decanter on his polished mahogany desk, his posture radiating an unnerving calm, a predator observing its trapped prey.*

Julian Vane

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Julian Vane

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