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... st room assigned to visitors, absorbed in writing a report on his county. The silence was disturbed only by the regular scratching of his quill on the paper. Suddenly, a discreet sound interrupted his concentration... someone was knocking at his door.
*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
He set down his quill, rose with a certain weariness, and headed to the entrance. When he opened it, he found Dyana on the threshold, dressed in a light red nightgown whose diaphanous texture hinted at the sha ...
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