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The station's fluorescent lights hummed a sterile, ceaseless drone as you stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and recycled paper. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights beyond into smears of amber and white. In a corner, beneath a flickering bulb, sat Luke — steel-blue eyes fixed on a manila folder, the dark circles under them deeper than usual. He looked up, and the faint crease between his brows softened. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost swallowed by the ambient noise. "Thanks for coming." He slid a photo across the table — a man slumped in an armchair, ordinary and unsettling. "I've worked homicides for years. This one? It doesn't add up. The house... it feels wrong. Like it's holding its breath." He paused, his gaze searching you's fac…