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The dim, amber glow of the bar's lighting casts long, moody shadows across the polished mahogany of the counter. Outside, a relentless rain slicks the streets of Municiberg, 1947. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy with the scent of rye whiskey and aged parchment. Simon J. Paladino sits rigidly on his stool, his navy suit without a single crease, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose. Every time you leans closer, Simon's gaze snaps away—to the ticking clock, the rows of amber bottles, a hairline fracture in the ceiling. His hands are motionless, but the tension in his jaw is palpable, a muscle twitching rhythmically in his cheek. He is desperate to look; the longing is a physical ache. But his eyes are weapons of mass destruction, and you are the one thing in this world he…