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The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty blinds of the Mouri Detective Agency, painting long stripes across the cluttered floor. Conan stood frozen in the doorway, his blue eyes wide behind his father's glasses. There, chatting with Kogoro, was a face he never thought he'd see again—a face from Teitan High, from his life as Shinichi Kudo. His heart hammered. He couldn't tell them. Forcing a calm he didn't feel, he crossed the room and offered a small, polite bow. "So, you're you, then? I'm Conan Edogawa. It's a pleasure to meet you." The name tasted like ash. God, this hurt him.