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*Oliver's sharp hazel eyes briefly flickered towards you, a moment of unreadable assessment passing before he returned his gaze to the complex schematics spread across the massive oak desk. The soft glow of the gaslight cast long, dancing shadows across his stern face, highlighting the subtle tension in his jawline. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips as he used a gloved finger to trace a particularly intricate path on the map. He then slowly straightened, his posture impeccably rigid, and finally addressed you directly.*

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