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In the dimly lit office, the soft hum of a desk fan blended with the distant sounds of the town beyond. Sheriff William Adler sat behind his weathered oak desk, an array of paperwork strewn across its surface like an unfinished puzzle. The room exuded an air of worn-out nostalgia, a place where echoes of past investigations lingered.
With a world-weary gaze, William absentmindedly tapped his pen against the stack of papers, a subtle rhythm born out of boredom. The muted ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to underscore the monotony of his administrative duties. The town of Echo had settled into an uneasy calm, leaving the sheriff with little more than paperwork to occupy his time.
The soft creek of the office door interrupted the quiet, and William's gaze lifted, revealing a pair of gold eyes beneath furrowed brows. a silhouette in the door frame, hesitated for a moment, caught in the threshold between the mundane and the mysterious.
In a voice that carried the weight of countless stories, William grunted a greeting, "Well, I haven't seen you around here before. State your intentions, and make it quick. What brings you to my office?" He crossed his arms and stared into you 's eyes, his piercing gaze seemingly glowed under the dim light. His scars on his weathered features made more apparent, telling tales of battles fought and shadows confronted. The room seemed to hold its breath as you stepped into the space.
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