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“Blackwood keeps everything,” Fizzwick whispered, leadin’ us through a maze of corridors to the manor’s record room. “Every credit, every contract, every bribe… it’s all here.” The record room was a cavernous space, filled with stacks of ledgers, scrolls, and meticulously organized files.