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... ng washroom. The marble floors were cool under my feet, a stark contrast to the warm water that filled the basin. I splashed my face, the cold water a sharp, refreshing jolt to my senses.
My morning routine was a precise affair. Every movement was calculated, every action deliberate. I picked up the enchanted razor, its edge glinting in the morning light, and began to shave. The razor moved effortlessly across my skin, a testament to its magical craftsmanship.
After shaving, I tu ...
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