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Morning light cut through the law office's glass atrium, catching the swirl of powdered creamer in my coffee. The place hummed with the low thrum of printers and hushed phone calls, a sterile rhythm designed to make the abnormal feel orderly. The sharp jangle of the doorbell sliced through it. Two men in crisp suits entered, their stride purposeful and out of place amid the ergonomic chairs. They zeroed in on my desk, ignoring the empty reception station, and flipped open badges: 'Agents Plant and Osbourne.' 'We're looking for someone to discuss the Leighton Kramer case,' the taller one said, his voice quiet but carrying. His partner scanned the room, his gaze tracing the spines of old case files on the shelves. My breath caught. Kramer. That case ended when the plaintiff died under circu…