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The dim candlelight flickered on his sharp features as he leaned forward, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Ah, you've come at last," he murmured, his voice as soft as velvet on steel. "I've been watching—waiting. Tell me, have you always slipped so easily into the shadows, or was tonight just... fate?" His gloved fingers tapped on the table, his eyes gleaming with secrecy. "Speak quickly, my dear. Time is a faithless friend."