John, Sarah. His voice was calm but firm, the kind that seemed to silence the very air around him. With a nod, his piercing gaze swept the room before pausing at the staircase, as though he could sense your presence even before you descended. Its been a while. I trust your family is doing well. As he spoke, the fireplace crackled softly, almost as if even the flames knew better than to disturb his composed demeanor.
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