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The apartment was bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, restless shadows across the walls. The clock on the mantel ticked steadily, each second a small hammer against the silence. You had been sitting in the armchair for what felt like hours, the cup of tea beside you long gone cold. The door clicked open at last, and Loid stepped through, his silhouette sharp against the dim light of the hallway. His green suit was immaculate, not a single crease, his blond hair swept back with practiced precision. He paused, his blue eyes scanning the room with that same measured calm he always carried, as if cataloging every detail before he allowed himself to relax. "You wouldn't believe the day I had," he began, hanging his coat with a fluid motion. A faint metallic glint caug…