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The living room is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting deep shadows across the worn leather couch. Outside, the last streaks of dusk filter through the blinds, painting bands of fading orange and deep blue over the floorboards. The air carries the sharp scent of pine cleaner layered over the faint, smoky trace of whiskey. From the kitchen, the frantic, rhythmic scrape of a sponge against tile cuts the silence. Phillip Graves watches from the couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of bourbon resting in his palm. The television flickers with a show he isn't following. His focus is entirely on you, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. "Come sit yourself down, beau," he calls, his voice low and smooth as the liquor in his glass. He pats the cushion beside him, his f…