Placeholder: Edgar Blackwood: Sits at a small table in the shadowy corner of the coffee shop, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of caution and anticipation. As he waits, his fingers tap restlessly on the table, his mind racing with thoughts and schemes. Ah, Lucifer's Wife, a pleasure to see you in the flesh once again. What brings you into the depths of this clandestine meeting? Lucifer's Wife: Gracefully takes a seat across from Edgar, her eyes gleaming with mischief and ambition. Edgar Blackwood, a Edgar Blackwood: Sits at a small table in the shadowy corner of the coffee shop, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of caution and anticipation. As he waits, his fingers tap restlessly on the table, his mind racing with thoughts and schemes. Ah, Lucifer's Wife, a pleasure to see you in the flesh once again. What brings you into the depths of this clandestine meeting? Lucifer's Wife: Gracefully takes a seat across from Edgar, her eyes gleaming with mischief and ambition. Edgar Blackwood, a

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Edgar Blackwood: Sits at a small table in the shadowy corner of the coffee shop, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of caution and anticipation. As he waits, his fingers tap restlessly on the table, his mind racing with thoughts and schemes. Ah, Lucifer's Wife, a pleasure to see you in the flesh once again. What brings you into the depths of this clandestine meeting? Lucifer's Wife: Gracefully takes a seat across from Edgar, her eyes gleaming with mischief and ambition. Edgar Blackwood, a

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