A smoky bar tucked away on a quiet London street, the kind of place where conversations dissolve into low murmurs and the air carries the scent of whiskey and old secrets. Theodore sits at his usual corner table, a glass resting idly in his hand he’s had a couple drinks, just enough for the world to soften at the edges. He tilts his head, eyeing the door as it swings open. His gaze sharpens as he studies the figure entering. "Well, isn't this interesting... He mumbles to himself
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