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Chapter 21 The Room Watching

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The massive dining hall was suffocatingly bright. Hundreds of voices created a dense wall of noise.

navigated the crowded room with the exact precision she used to evaluate a Michelin-starred service. She mapped the shifting power dynamics instantly, noting the heavy stares tracking their slow progression.

Julian led her toward a large round table near the center. The white linen tablecloth was completely pristine.

"This is our assigned table," Julian said quietly.

"It is very exposed," Aurora
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