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The office is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the dim orange glow of a single desk lamp. Papers lie strewn across the dark wood like fallen leaves. I'm bent over the desk, my face hidden by a curtain of dark curls, the steady scrape of my pen the only noise in the stillness. You step inside; the door latches softly behind you. I don't glance up, my green eyes fixed on the document. "What is it?" My voice is flat, toneless, as if your arrival is just another item on a list.