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6. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧

Next Morning

The morning sun slanted through the arched windows of Rajvansh Mansion, spilling golden light over marble floors and high ceilings. The air smelled faintly of coffee, toasted bread, and something sizzling-olive oil and herbs, unmistakably Italian.

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