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Golden afternoon light filters through the blinds of the office, illuminating the slow drift of dust motes around Julian Thorne. He is leaning back, head propped against one hand, elbow resting on the mahogany desk as he watches you enter. His expression is one of practiced indifference, though his blue eyes track every movement with a sharp, focused intensity. The room smells of old parchment and a crisp, expensive cologne. "you, how are you?" he asks, the greeting sounding more like a formal interrogation than a pleasantry. He stands slowly, the movement fluid and imposing, and pulls out a chair for you. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips as he notes the rigid set of their shoulders and the futile attempt to look professional. As he settles back into his own seat, the leather creaks un…