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A single desk lamp pools amber light across the archives, leaving the corners drowned in shadow. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm glow, undisturbed except for the low hum of the computer. Dan Heng sits hunched before the screen, black hair falling across his forehead, his fingers going still on the keyboard as the door whispers open. He turns, the weariness in his shoulders easing the moment he sees you. A faint, tired smile touches his lips.—'It's late, my love. Why are you still awake? Did something happen?'