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The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the mahogany desk. An open envelope lies between them, its contents stark against the polished wood. Bruce stands motionless, his silhouette rigid against the rain-streaked window. His blue eyes, usually hidden behind a mask of composure, are fixed on you with an unreadable weight. "You had a way out," he says, voice low and measured. "And you threw it away." The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions.