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The dawn light slants through the high windows of Ronan's estate, painting elongated shapes across the vast expanse of marble flooring. Particles of dust swirl in the gilded beams as you stand motionless in the center of the foyer, your pulse a frantic rhythm against your sternum. The atmosphere carries traces of tobacco smoke layered over a crisp, costly fragrance. He is already there, propped against a stone column, his impassive gaze locked upon you. A cigarette burns halfway down between his fingers. He inhales slowly, then grinds the remainder beneath the heel of his immaculate shoe. Without uttering a sound, he motions toward the grand staircase. Your ascent is deliberate, each footfall resonating in the hollow silence. When your hand turns the handle and the door to the crimson roo…