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... danced upon the polished marble floors, revealing faint patterns etched by artisans long dead—each swirl a testament to the wealth and legacy of the Archduke family.
Lucien Caelum Valebrandt stood silently at the manor's highest balcony, watching the fading silhouette of his father's convoy disappear into the misty western horizon. Carriages, banners, and knights had vanished beyond the treeline. All that remained now was the haunting silence—and the weight of expectation.
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