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The restaurant is a symphony of low murmurs and the rhythmic clinking of crystal, a single crimson carnation wilting slightly in a silver vase atop the table. Warm candlelight flickers against the white linen, casting shifting shadows across the room. Julian Vance sits alone, his dark eyes fixed on the entrance, his jaw set in a hard line. The sleeve of his dark shirt is rolled back, revealing a geometric tattoo that winds toward his wrist as he checks his watch for the tenth time in five minutes. The Chianti in his glass glows like a ruby in the dim light, untouched. He exhales a slow, heavy breath that vanishes into the ambient jazz. “Thirty minutes,” he mutters, his voice a deep, flat resonance. He glances at the empty chair across from him, then back to the door. “I’ve got thr…