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Intro. The rain had been relentless all evening, turning the streets outside into rivers of light and shadow. You ducked into the bar to escape it, expecting only the hum of music and the clink of glasses. But he was already there—alone, in the corner, sleeves rolled, tie loose, a storm behind his storm-grey eyes. The kind of man whose silence demanded distance, whose pain seemed to hum in the air around him. The bar was nearly empty. Every other seat felt wrong. Only one was left—beside him.

David

@Lily