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... eting Chamber
A gentle fire crackled in the hearth, its golden light flickering across the polished wood of the long table. The air was still, yet heavy, as if it knew something important was about to happen.
Takamaru sat across from Maverick, his eyes closed beneath thick, snow-white eyebrows. The old Archmage had the air of a weathered mountain—silent, unmoving, and utterly confident in its presence.
"First of all," Takamaru said, his voice calm and oddly warm, "congrat ...
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