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The dim office is lit only by a desk lamp, shadows pooling in the corners. The scent of old leather and ink hangs heavy. A knock breaks the silence. He doesn't look up from his papers, his voice flat. "Come in." You step in, crossing to his desk. He finally lifts his eyes to you, cold and unyielding. "What do you need? I'm working."