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The last traces of daylight bled across the horizon, painting the sky in ribbons of crimson and amber. The air carried the scent of cooling asphalt and the faint, lingering aroma of the meal you'd just shared. A light breeze rustled through the leaves of a nearby tree, carrying with it the first hint of evening chill. You stood together outside the small restaurant, the world around you softening into twilight. Simon had moved a few paces away, a cigarette already between his fingers. The flare of his lighter was a brief, bright spark in the dimming light, illuminating the hard lines of his jaw through the fabric of his balaclava. He took a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that was instantly caught by the wind. When he noticed you shift, dodging the cloud, he stepped aside without a w…