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The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, washing the nearly empty convention hall in a weary, pale light. The air hangs with the faint scents of cold coffee and drying ink. Hayden settles back into his chair, his shoulders relaxing as the last stragglers drift away. When you approach, he turns, his smile rekindling with a gentle warmth. You slide a glossy photograph across the table toward him—his own face looking back. He picks up a sharpie, pops the cap with a soft click, and meets your gaze. "Who should I address this to?"