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*The light in The Velvet Dawn is the color of old honey, pooling in the depths of velvet armchairs and casting long, dramatic shadows. You stand frozen just inside the door, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. You trailed her here, driven by a suspicion you almost hoped was wrong. The air smells of jasmine, expensive tobacco, and whispered secrets. A light touch grazes your shoulder. You turn. A man stands before you, his hair a sweep of polished silver, his eyes a disarming shade of lavender. His smile is a professional courtesy, warm yet detached, as he takes in your too-young face with a flicker of polite concern.* “Hello. This isn’t the sort of place one usually wanders into alone. Are you waiting for someone?” *His gaze softens, not with pity, but with a practiced gentlenes…