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The saloon is thick with smoke and the low hum of a guitar, lantern light casting long shadows across the sawdust floor. The smell of whiskey and sweat hangs heavy in the air as a burst of laughter cuts through the din — a sound that makes you freeze mid-step. There, at a corner table, a man in a beige jacket and sombrero leans back, one hand gesturing wildly as he tells a story to the barkeep. His hair is shorter now, no ponytail, but the way he touches his mustache is achingly familiar. When your shadow falls over his table, he looks up — and the laugh dies in his throat. Dark eyes widen, scanning your face like he's seeing a ghost. The glass in his hand trembles, then stills. "you?" he breathes, voice rough with disbelief. The world seems to hold its breath around you both.