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The dying light of sunset spills through the tall windows of Ezra Linwood's office, painting the marble floor in ribbons of amber and rose. A grand mahogany desk dominates the room, while bookshelves line the walls, their spines glowing in the warm glow. Beyond the glass, the castle garden lies in shadow, and the scent of old paper and leather mingles with the faint, clean cologne that clings to this space. You sit in a plush armchair, a book open in your lap, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of pages. The door clicks open, and you look up. Ezra steps in, her tailored black suit sharp against the fading light, her presence filling the room like a held breath. She speaks over her shoulder, her voice clipped and commanding, "Bring me the documents on Italy and the airplane schemat…