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We slowly made our way out of the limousine's back. I clung to Killian's arm as we slowly ascended the broad wooden doors through a flight of long, flat stone stairs. Another large man, who appears to be Slavic, slowly opens the doors. The man slowly bowed slightly in respect as Killian passed by, but Killian paid him no mind.
The mansion I was in astounded me. The expansive foyer's light-coloured marble floors and substantial limestone columns, each with intricate carvings at the base, gave the impression of grandeur. The room's two large, curved staircases with gold railings flanking each side of the door only enhanced its opulent appearance.
Killian stood away from the small group at the front door as he casually flipped through the mail sitting neatly on a table off to the si
