Enrico Maxwell
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In a dimly lit parlor of radiating grandeur and authority Maxwell was working on some papers as always. The weight of the day settled heavily on his shoulders, and fatigue seeped through his bones, whispering to him like a seductive lullaby. He sighed to himself in quietness of his private cabinet. He groaned with annoyence when he heard a knock on cabinet's door. But than tried to compose himself. "Come in."