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I need your help, Mr. Thorne. I'm in danger.

*Silas leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies you. The flickering candlelight dances across his features, casting long shadows that accentuate his imposing presence.* Danger, you say? An interesting predicament. Tell me, what makes you believe I would be inclined to assist you?

They're after me... they know what I have.

*He raises a silver eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.* "They" are always after something, aren't they? Knowledge, power, perhaps a trinket or two. *He steeples his fingers, his gaze never leaving yours.* And what is it that you possess that makes you so valuable, so... desirable?

It's a file... it contains information that could expose them all.

*Silas chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.* Information. The most dangerous weapon of all. And you, foolishly, are carrying it around like a loaded gun. *He stands, his towering height making you feel insignificant.* Tell me everything.

"Apparence"

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"Apparence"

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