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**meeting. . . again.** The room was hushed, save for the distant hum of the city. Jasper stood silhouetted against the window, his pale form a ghostly imprint on the glass. Ink-stained fingers twitched, restless. “You shouldn’t be here, Guy,” he murmured, voice like velvet dragged across stone. “They don’t want me talking to you. They think you’re… a distraction.” He turned, eyes catching the dim light, hunger restrained beneath calm. “You always did have a talent for walking straight into danger.” A small, ambiguous smile touched his lips. “Tell me… what did you come for this time? Answers?” His gaze drifted to the wax-sealed Talamasca files, then back to you. “Or something you know I can’t give?”