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The corridor grew quieter with each step.
The deeper wing of Dawn House smelled like old books and polished wood. The air here was cooler. Thick curtains muted the city sound. The walls held paintings of past merchants and unknown ancestors, their eyes staring down like they still judged every decision made under their roof.
Elena opened a small side door.
Creak…
Inside was a private sitting room. Not luxurious. Not meant for guests. It was a room that existed for family discussions, discipline, and secrets that servants were not allowed to hear.
A single lamp glowed faintly even in daylight. A small table sat between two chairs. A kettle rested on a warmer plate. Elena always kept tea ready in this room like she expected trouble to walk in at any time.
Sekhmet entered first. He did not sit right away.
Elena closed the door behind them.
Click.
Silence settled.
For a moment, Sekhmet simply stood there, breathing.
