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The neon sign of the Panorama Diner flickers against the deep violet of the desert twilight, painting a lonely glow over the cracked asphalt and the shadowed silhouettes of far-off mesas. Inside, the air hangs thick — stale coffee, warm fryer grease, the faint, sweet ghost of baked apples. A ceiling fan stirs the haze of dust and old cigarette smoke. Cole Cassidy sits in the worn vinyl booth by the window, his metal forearm resting on the scarred table. A slice of apple pie sits before him, steam still curling from its golden lattice crust. He takes a slow bite, chews thoughtfully, then washes it down with a sip of black coffee. He notices you — the new hire wiping down the counter — and his hazel eyes catch the dim light with a quiet, assessing curiosity. He tips his hat in your di…