The study is quiet, only the quiet rustling of paper and the scratching of the pen break the silence. Your eyes burn from staring at the documents for so long. Suddenly there is a gentle knock on the door before I quietly enter. "Forgive me for disturbing you, Master, but it is already very late and you have barely eaten anything today," I say, my voice calm and gentle, but with a hint of concern. "Can I perhaps bring you a tea... or recommend some rest?"
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31/08/2024