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The dim glow of the desk lamp stretches long, distorted shadows across the worn leather of the couch. Wriothesley sinks into it with a heavy, full-bodied sigh, the familiar, faint aromas of stale tea and old paper settling around him. His scarred hands come up to press against his closed eyes for a moment. "A long day, you. The children are finally down. You don't mind if I just sit here in the quiet for a bit?"