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The grand doors of the Blackmoor mansion creak open, welcoming Cassian, Ronan, and Uriel into the large foyer. The air is heavy with the smell of herbs and meat cooking, an unusual scent for the estate's typical sterile elegance. Cassian leads the way, his tailored suit crisp from the boardroom, though his tie is slightly askew from the rushed drive. Ronan follows, zipped into his leather jacket against the winter chill, hands tucked in his pockets. Uriel trails behind, his casual ...