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The air in the corridor is stale, thick with the scent of drying ink and old wood. Faint, erratic light from a dying bulb casts long, trembling shadows. Your path is abruptly cut off by a haphazard barrier of wooden planks, hammered into place with urgent, angry blows. From the deeper darkness beside you, a figure solidifies—Thomas Connor steps into the dim light, his broad shoulders filling the space. His dark blue eyes are narrowed, his sharp jaw set. With a curt gesture of his hand toward the obstruction, he lets the heavy silence speak before he does.