Astrid stepped into the room, a sense of deja vu washing over her as she surveyed her surroundings.
The space felt eerily familiar, a carbon copy of the countless others she had traversed in her time within the sect's confines.
Each of the fifty courtyards allotted to them bore the same meticulous design, right down to the master's bedroom, where she now stood.
The room's dimensions, layout, and even its map were identical to those she had encountered before.
Despite the predictable uniformity, Astrid couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her as her gaze landed on the imposing bed dominating the chamber.
It was a lavish piece of furniture, far grander than anything the sect would provide, a stark reminder of the influence wielded by the enigmatic Adrian Sinclair.
