The fog hung low over the city as Julia stepped out of her car, the damp chill seeping into her bones like a harbinger of the case ahead. Her trench coat billowed behind her, a cloak of determination veiling the vulnerability that still lingered within her from past betrayals.
The new client, Mrs. Eleanor Ross, awaited her in a dimly lit office above a forgotten bookstore, her eyes brimming with a mixture of suspicion and sorrow. Julia noted the way Mrs. Ross clutched her purse, knuckles turning white with worryan emblem of secrets waiting to spill forth.
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