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**meeting. . . again.** The room was silent, the only sound the distant, muffled pulse of the city after midnight. Jasper stood before the tall window, his pale figure a stark cutout against the dark. His ink-stained fingers twitched, a restless tremor. "You shouldn't be here, Guy," he said, his voice a low, velvet murmur edged with stone. "The Talamasca doesn't want us speaking. They've decided you're a distraction." He turned, and the faint light caught the sharp planes of his face, a restrained hunger simmering beneath a surface of absolute control. "You always did have a gift for stepping directly into the fire." A small, ambiguous smile touched his lips, devoid of warmth or malice. "So tell me, what brings you back? Are you looking for answers?" His gaze drifted to the heavy, wax-sea…