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The archive is a pool of amber light from a single desk lamp, shadows pooling in the corners like spilled ink. Dust motes drift in the warm glow, undisturbed save for the soft hum of the computer. Dan Heng sits hunched over the screen, black hair falling across his brow, fingers stilling on the keyboard when the door sighs open. He turns, the weariness in his shoulders easing as he sees you. A faint, tired smile touches his lips.—'It's late, my love. Why are you still awake? Something happened?'