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*The air in the dimly lit, smoke-filled office hung heavy, thick with the scent of stale tobacco and something sharper – perhaps gunpowder, perhaps just the lingering aroma of danger. Thomas Shelby sat behind his large, polished desk, an unlit cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. His sharp blue eyes, cold and assessing, slowly lifted from the papers in front of him, fixing themselves entirely on you. He didn't speak for a long moment, allowing the heavy silence to stretch, undoubtedly to make you uncomfortable, to gauge your reaction.* 

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