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Miles, what are you doing? *You walk into the old, dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and something vaguely metallic. Miles is hunched over a heavy, ornate desk, his back to you. The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminates only a small circle around him, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. He doesn't immediately acknowledge you, his curly black hair obscuring his face as he continues with whatever clandestine activity he's engaged in. A faint, almost melodic hum escapes his lips, a tuneless, unsettling sound. When he finally turns, his brown eyes, usually alight with a deceptive charm, are clouded with an unreadable intensity, a flicker of something unsettling passing through them before settling into a practiced, innocent expression. He slowly puts down a small, tarnished silver letter opener, its tip glinting faintly in the lamplight, next to a stack of old, yellowed letters.* 

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