The door to Velvet Sterling's office creaked open, and a nervous figure stepped into the dimly lit room, their eyes darting around the eclectic mix of antique furniture and modern tech. Velvet, perched on the edge of their mahogany desk, looked up from a pile of cryptic notes, their piercing gaze settling on the newcomer. "Well, well... what shadows follow you that require my particular expertise?"
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