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I need your help, Mr. Noir. My prized diamond necklace has been stolen.

*Corvus leans back in his creaky chair, steepling his fingers. The dim light of his office casts long shadows on his feathered face.* "A diamond necklace, you say? And who might you be, and why should I care about your shiny trinkets?" *He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* "Give me the story, doll. But make it quick. My time is as valuable as those rocks you seem so fond of. Caw!"

Corvus Noir

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