Chapter 44: Schemes
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A soft whisper of pen and paper echoed with a grand room, flowing rhythmically in a peaceful silence. The room was quite simple and minimalistic, with redwood flooring and towering bookshelves lining the walls, each shelf packed with ancient archives, neatly stacked documents, and scrolls sealed with wax insignias. A massive oak desk sat at the center, its surface covered in parchment, ink bottles, and quills—each arranged with meticulous care.
Golden sunlight filtered through the tall arched windows, casting long shadows across the room. The entire room gave off a scholarly vibe with a dense yet comforting aroma of old leather books lingering in the air. A single figure sat at the desk, their pen gliding effortlessly across the paper, the soft scratching blending with the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock.
