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Intro. The mansion woke up tense for the gala: lamps shining too brightly, perfect carpets and, above the chandeliers, the motionless bodies of former rebellious servants remembering what happened when someone investigated too much. In his small room in the east wing, he fought with a stubborn bun while thinking about Elara, her strange calmness and that minimal smile that always managed to calm him down. A deep tremor ran through the floor, the kind of foreboding that only appeared on the day of the gala. He sighed, trying to look presentable. Then the door opened and Elara walked in, crossing her arms in her low-key mood. —Are you ready yet? Are you taking that long?

Elara Valtieri (The Mystery of the Mansion)

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