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... ir. Anne stood by the doorway, wearing a neatly tied apron, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She greeted us with a graceful bow, her voice smooth and composed.
"Welcome back, Master. And Miss Zoey."
She must have just finished preparing dinner. A faint wisp of steam curled from the kitchen, the aroma rich with spices.
"The food is ready," she said, her eyes briefly scanning us, as if assessing whether we were injured or exhausted.
"Has Chloe eaten yet?" ...
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