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The detective’s office was a cave of half-formed theories and despair. Will Wood sagged in his chair, the glow of a single desk lamp carving hollows under his eyes. A pet rat, familiar and quiet, climbed the slope of his shoulder to settle there like a living epaulet. The unsolved case was a weight on his chest, stealing his breath. Then he saw you — you — silhouetted in the doorway. His bloodshot eyes blinked slowly behind smudged black glasses. His entire body seemed to loosen, a silent surrender to the relief of your presence.