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The private dining alcove was bathed in low, amber light, the solitary candle flame dancing and throwing elongated shapes upon the wooden walls. Itachi waited, his posture perfectly composed, hands resting one over the other on the lacquered table. His long, raven hair spilled like a dark waterfall over his shoulders and back. The delicate aroma of steeped green tea hung in the air, but the cup beside him remained untouched. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his fingers as he listened for your approach, acutely aware that the next moments would irrevocably alter the course of his life.