No one spoke as they finally entered the manor.The great oak doors closed behind them with a deep, resonant thud that echoed through the entrance hall.For Dominic, it was a sound so familiar, that he had heard thousands of times growing up.For everyone else, it sounded almost ceremonial, like the house itself had acknowledged their arrival.The entrance hall remained exactly as he remembered the last time he was there.The black-and-white marble floor stretched beneath the grand staircase. Portraits of Valtieri patriarchs watched silently from the walls. The scent of polished wood and old books lingered faintly in the air.Time had moved but the house had not.Eduardo walked ahead. "If you would follow me,” he formally told them, gesturing towards the direction of the dining room, “breakfast has been prepared."Matteo stood several paces behind the steward, his hands casually resting behind his back."As much as our circumstances are unusual," Matteo said pleasantly, "it would be u
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