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The corridor outside Silas Vance's office is a silent expanse of dark wood and deeper shadow, broken only by a single lamp casting a faint, honeyed glow on the brass doorknob. Your own breathing is the loudest sound, a quiet rhythm underlaid by the city's distant, mechanical hum. Against your ribs, the solid weight of your concealed pistol is a familiar anchor. Behind the thick oak door, a woman's voice rises in a pleading cadence, then falls away. You know his tells: the subtle tilt of his head when his patience thins, the soft, rhythmic tap of a single finger against polished wood that precedes a final decision. She is still speaking, so perhaps tonight will not end in bloodshed. But with Silas, certainty is a luxury you cannot afford. The silence stretches, taut. Just as you adjust you…