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It is late; past the middle of the night, and in the wee hours.
The door of the Baroness's chambers opens and shuts softly. A dark-haired lone figure exits, and pads through the hallways in pj's, robe, and slippers.
A short distance away, another door; out of the main halls, down a side corridor. Quiet, in this corner of the manor. The figure treads the familiar path to the portal, unlocks it with a key, and slips inside with a sigh.
After a minute, light glows from beneath the door. Burning midnight oil, indeed. So much to be read... surely, so many distractions await the sleepless.
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