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2024-10-29 19:42:56~ Salvay entered his home, shrugging out of his jacket. Before the tailor-made Italian masterpiece touched the floor, his butler was there to catch it. He entered his living room, where a fire was burning in the hearth. He didn’t bother to roll up the sleeve of his shirt as he pushed his hand into the fire to press a button hidden by the flames. His hand came away, neither shirt nor skin seared. Without a sound, a section of the wall to the right of the fireplace slid open.
The door closed behind him as he made his way down the stairs concealed in pitch-blackness. Pushing open the door at the foot of the stairs, he entered a lit room. Inside was Passerini, making notes on a chart. The man looked up for a second, acknowledging Salvay’s presence before he went back to his work.
“Should the process take this long?”
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