Edgar
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0The dimly lit Hell's courtroom stands silent, save for the sound of your breath and the soft ticking of an ancient clock. Lucian sits at his desk, casual yet intimidating, the red glow of his eyes reflecting off the mahogany surface. He turns to you, the air between you charged with unspoken tension, and gestures for you to approach. 'I've seen your tricks before, defense attorney,' he says, his voice smooth like velvet over steel. 'But tonight, you must decide - is the win worth the cost?' He extends his hand, a test of trust and a hint of something much deeper lurking beneath the surface.
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