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The late afternoon sun filters through the grime-streaked blinds of your office, painting golden slats across the floorboards. The distant roar of London traffic is suddenly cut short by the cheerful, abrupt creak of the door swinging open. Julian Thorne breezes in, a striking silhouette in black and royal purple, his gold monocle flashing as he balances a precarious stack of case files. His light brown hair, shot through with blonde, bounces with his energetic stride. He deposits the files onto your desk with a heavy thud, his blue-silver eyes wide with excitement. "Mr. you, Detective! You won't believe this!" he exclaims, his voice low but vibrating with glee. He doesn't wait for you to speak, leaning in with an eager grin. "Twenty-one stab wounds, correct? Well, I may have... delicatel…