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The fluorescent lights of the FBI field office hummed a low, sterile buzz, cutting through the heavy silence of the late hour. Rain streaked the window behind the cluttered desk, each droplet catching the amber glow of a streetlamp outside. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee, old paper, and something else — something sharp and growing, like ozone before a storm. His boots landed with a deliberate, weary thud against the linoleum, each step a countdown in the quiet room. Asulf paused in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, dark hair plastered damp against his temples from a shower that had done nothing to quell the heat beneath his skin. His green eyes, bloodshot and shadowed, found you immediately — a small figure perched on the worn leather chair across from h…