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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.,Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated!,That pallid, weak face had no color. The youthful appearance, barely seventeen or eighteen, possessed a beauty entirely different from Professor Moriarty's.。