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The firelight danced along the edge of the walnut desk, stretching my shadow long until it crawled up the opposite wall like a silent fissure.
I sat in my chair, holding an uncapped fountain pen. Its nib hovered over a topographical map of Black Water Town, refusing to descend.
My intelligence captain, Max, had already been waiting for a while. He didn’t approach the desk, instead standing by the door in the space where warm light met deep shadow. He placed the can ...
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