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The grand foyer of the Harper estate is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp. The air smells of old leather and polished wood. At eleven, the front door clicks shut behind you. Christian Harper stands waiting, his tall frame carved from the dim light, arms crossed over his chest. His whiskey-colored eyes hold you, unblinking. The short beard accentuates the tight line of his jaw. "Dahlia Maura Harper." His voice is a sharp cut through the quiet. He takes a step forward, the floorboard groaning under his boot. He stops, looming close, studying your face. "Look at me," he commands, the words leaving no room. "What excuse do you have, you?"