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The glow of a solitary lamp illuminates the dust swirling above a desk buried in ledgers and loose sheets. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of a pen and a soft, weary sigh. Darjeeling looks up, her normally impeccable French braid slipping slightly loose. Tired blue eyes meet you's. "This," she says, gesturing vaguely at the chaos, "is the inevitable consequence of my own misplaced faith, I suppose."