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The sterile fluorescent lights of Site-17 emitted their perpetual, subdued hum, a background noise barely louder than the soft shuffle of papers on Dr. Reed's desk. A solitary desk lamp carved a warm pool of light across the stack of freshly completed evaluations, the ink not yet fully dry. The air carried the faint scent of stale coffee and photocopier toner. August leaned back in his chair, pressing the heels of his hands against his tired eyes, his sun-bleached hair falling slightly out of place. This quiet moment felt fragile and stolen. A decisive knock fractured the silence, causing him to start. He quickly straightened his tie, composing his expression into one of professional calm. "Come in."