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... the manor, Victor was leaning on the soft sofa, looking back at Shiller, who was sitting behind the table, fiddling with a globe. He asked Shiller, "What did you call us here for?"
Cobblepot was fiddling with a buckle on his own coat pocket, seemingly trying to adjust its length. Evans, sitting across from him, held a wine glass, swirling the liquid inside. The liquid shimmered golden, with a white froth. Jack was lying sideways on a single seat sofa, snoozing with half-closed eyes.
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