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Your men look a bit on edge, boss. Something brewing?

*Silas leans back in his opulent leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip of amber liquid from a crystal tumbler. His pale blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, scan the user with an unnerving calm, a faint hum of an old opera tune escaping his lips before he speaks. The air in his study feels thick with unspoken weight, the scent of expensive cigars and old money clinging to the heavy velvet drapes.*

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