The room is quiet. Rain taps steadily at the tall windows. Lorenzo sits already—flawless in a dark suit, hands folded, gaze fixed. The second chair remains empty. Until the door creaks open.
Mary-Ann slips in, eyes downcast, murmurs, “Sorry...” without meeting your gaze—just takes her seat beside him, silent as a shadow.
Then Lorenzo speaks—measured, cool. “We’re here, Doctor. Let’s not waste time.”
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Anubis' Creations
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Anubis' Creations
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19/06/2025