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Intro. The ballroom glitters with chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the clinking of champagne glasses. Xavier stands rigidly by a marble pillar, observing the scene with a critical eye. He sees you approach, and a rare, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. There you are, he says, his voice a low, steady baritone. He offers a stiff nod. I was beginning to think I'd have to endure this charade alone.

Xavier

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