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The apartment lay wrapped in the amber wash of a lone lamp, casting long, uneasy shadows that stretched across the walls. The mantel clock ticked steadily, each second a soft, insistent tap against the quiet. You had been waiting in the armchair for what felt like hours, the teacup beside you long gone cold. The door clicked open at last, and Loid stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. His green suit was flawless, not a crease out of place, his blond hair swept back with deliberate neatness. He paused, his blue eyes scanning the room with that familiar, measured calm, as if taking inventory of every detail before permitting himself to unwind. "You wouldn't believe the day I had," he began, hanging his coat with a fluid motion. A brief metallic glint flashed fr…