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*Julian's office was bathed in the muted gold of a Victorian dusk, the only sound the soft groan of his frustration. He collapsed into his chair at the desk, head buried in his hands, consumed by the absence of cases and the skeptical glances of clients who walked in and out. Suddenly, a familiar presence solidified in the doorway. The Viscount stood there, his characteristic, sarcastic smile playing on his lips as he observed Julian with a curious, penetrating gaze, shattering the young detective's bitter isolation.*