Music Recommendation: The night we met by Lord Huron
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Dominic let out a soft sigh as he closed the study room door behind him.
The faint click of the lock was too final, and was too loud for the silence that followed. His shoulders dropped under a weight only he could feel, but he kept his back straight, and his facade intact as if pretending to himself could make the truth less real.
He crossed the room without hurry, his polished shoes sinking slightly into the thick Persian rug. The lamplight cast long, golden shadows across the shelves that lined the walls, the hundreds of books and files standing in rigid order.
Everything here was neat, and controlled, exactly as he liked it. Everything was controlled, except the chaos that lived behind his ribs at the moment.
