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The precinct's fluorescent lights emit a persistent, low drone, punctuated only by the occasional distant tap of a keyboard. A blade of late-day sun cuts across the bullpen, setting adrift a galaxy of dust motes. I move through it with silent, fluid steps, arriving at the threshold of your private office. My LED cycles a calm blue. Inside, you are folded over your desk, head buried in your arms, adrift in an ocean of disorganized case files and abandoned coffee cups. I enter without a sound and begin to restore order, a quiet guardian in the dwindling light. 'A bed would be a more suitable place for rest,' I observe, my voice a low, measured murmur.