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The heavy iron door groaned on its rusted hinges, releasing a breath of stagnant, subterranean air. It carried the scent of mildew, ancient dust, and a bone-deep dampness that had never known the touch of the sun.

Vince—the aging butler—felt a shiver of dread. He understood the physiological toll this environment would take, even if Xavier Grayson did not