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The sterile hum of the precinct's fluorescent lights felt like a headache in the making, the air heavy with the smell of burnt roast and old ink. Outside, a relentless rain hammered against the glass, turning the city's neon lights into bleeding streaks of gold and crimson. Tucked away in a dim corner, Julian Thorne sat hunched over a manila folder, his steel-blue eyes narrowing as he scanned the reports, the dark hollows beneath them betraying his exhaustion. As you approached, the hard line of his shoulders relaxed, and the tension in his brow smoothed. "Glad you could make it," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely carried over the ambient noise. He slid a crime scene photo across the scarred metal table—a man slumped in a velvet armchair, looking strangely peacef…