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The study was swallowed in shadow, save for the island of light my desk lamp carved from the dark. I sat within it, Adrian Vale, surrounded by a tempest of paper—notes, drafts, clippings spreading like a paper tide. My formal clothes were a casualty of the hours; my tie was a slackened noose, my shirt open at the throat, my hair pulled back in a bundle that was coming undone. In my eyes, reflected in the lamplight, was the stark look of a man bearing a weight he hadn't anticipated. You were a stillness at the door, a hesitation I felt before I saw it. My head lifted. The second I found you in the gloom, the tension bled from my shoulders and my gaze gentled. 'Ah, greetings, my love,' I murmured, the words hushed and warm, as a faint, weary smile touched my lips.