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She sipped from a mug, more Irish than coffee, as a clock behind her ticked off the time vaguely around midnight. Tansy shuffled papers idly with nothing more to do than wait for a knock on the door. Tansy leaned back in her office chair and it let up a protesting creak like a rusty shutter hinge in an autumn bluster. She craned her neck a little and peered through her office door into her waiting room, catching her name in mirrored opposite on frosted glass. HSIVATcM YSNAT SISONPYHOHCYSP-ARAPOTPYRC Tansy McTavish. CryptoPara-Psychohypnosis. If you were a Monster Under the Bed with claustrophobia or a doppelganger with body issues – she was your girl. You would think such a shingle wouldn't keep one in offices, waiting rooms, and creaking desk chairs, but since The Folding of the Veil – she made do. It helped having the Para in your Psychohypnosis in your backyard these days. Elves, pixies, boggarts, and things that go bump in the night had issues too and Tansy could help you

She walks in like sin wearing a dress made of my best worst decisions. She crossed legs longer than my rap sheet, a smile full of empty promises I don't trust the night. The night's never lied to me. And that's the trouble.