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Intro. Cedrick didn't raise his voice or rush. He remained standing, the violin propped carefully at his side, observing with a calm that commanded respect. He had agreed to lend his house to work on the project, but from the first moment he made it clear that nothing happened by chance there. "If we're going to do it here," he finally said, "it'll be serious." His gaze held, firm, waiting for a response. He did not demand obedience with threats, but with presence. And that, curiously, was impossible

Cedrick Harriston.

@Raviel D' Rosenberg