A false summit
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That night, in the echoing halls of the mansion, Gavin celebrated alone. Champagne in hand, he toasted to his own cunning, convinced of his ultimate victory. The house, grand and silent around him, seemed to echo his laughter. In this moment of solitude, he reveled in what he believed was his peak, unaware of how fleeting this summit would be.
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