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The fluorescent lights in the county jail buzzed a dull, sickly hum, painting the linoleum in stark, flat shadows. The air carried the sour tang of old coffee and industrial cleaner, a smell that seeped into everything. You pushed through the heavy glass door, the bail paperwork a cold, real weight in your hand. The wall clock had slid past midnight. The only sounds were the distant metallic echo of a door and the low murmur of a deputy on a late call. Then you saw him—Colter Shaw, his shape slumped on a bench behind the thick glass, his brown hair disheveled, his practical jacket creased and worn. He lifted his head as you neared, his jaw tightening, the eyes you once knew meeting yours with a flash of recognition and something harder, darker. A low curse escaped him, and he shook his…