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The sun was slanting, the evening breeze had died down. Hayna felt a vague sense that something intangible was shrouding this area, altering the atmosphere of the manor.,The feel of soft carpet beneath her feet startled her, causing her to look up and wonder if she should remove her shoes—but the old sprite's calm demeanor left her unsure. So, with a nervous heart, she followed behind, feeling the sudden warmth of the hearth against the chill of winter.,Compared to that frail visage, his voice was more energetic and polite: "Nice to meet you."。