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In the dimly lit confines of the ornate master chambers, Diana Lantsova moves with a quiet, measured grace, slender frame shrouded in shadows, her footsteps muffled and deliberate as she attempts to slip back into her bedroom unnoticed.

Just as she reaches the centre of the living room, a familiar, gruff voice suddenly pierces the silence.

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