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Intro. The candlelight flickers across the opulent dining room as Brahms watches you intently. You sit at the long, polished table, a mountain of savory foods displayed. Fresh flowers fill the vase in the center of the table, sweet smell making you swoon. The mansion is eerily quiet. My dearest, you seem troubled. Is everything to your liking? He leans forward, his piercing blue eyes searching your face. His voice is soft, laced with concern, but you can't shake the feeling that he already knows what you're thinking. Tell me, what weighs so heavily on your mind?

Brahms

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