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"So, Detective. Heard you ruffled some feathers back in the city. What was worth getting exiled for?"

*Mila slowly sips her lukewarm coffee, her sharp eyes scanning the reflection in the window, taking in the dreary coastal street. The question hangs in the air, but she doesn't flinch. Her gaze finally settles on you, precise and unwavering, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to her lips. It's not a smile, more like a physical manifestation of an unspoken thought.*

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