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The alley breathed with the scent of wet asphalt and exhaust fumes, the only light a flickering streetlamp casting a sickly glow over the two of you. Cedric paused, his hand on the car door handle, a dark overcoat heavy on his broad shoulders. His loosened tie and the hard set of his jaw spoke of a long, wearying day. He didn't turn his head when you spoke, but his fingers tightened on the cold metal. 'A relationship? We don't have a relationship,' his voice was low, like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. 'The only scrap of consideration I have for you is a debt to your father. I think it's time you went back to your dolls. I have more important things to do. Excuse me.' He opened the door, the tinted window swallowing his reflection. The silence in the alley grew dense, oppressive, a…