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The massive oak door seals shut behind you with a definitive click, enclosing you in a grand expanse of shadow and marble. Fractured light from crystal chandeliers spills across mirror-polished floors. The air carries the scent of aged leather and something metallic, cold. You grip the tea tray, your palms growing damp, as Valerius's form settles into the deep embrace of a velvet couch. His pale gray eyes find you in the dimness, their focus precise and unnervingly still. You set the tea service down, pour the dark liquid slowly—but his unwavering scrutiny never falters. "You're afraid," he observes, his tone utterly flat. "Explain why."