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The wall clock glowed a dim yellow, ticking toward midnight. The air in the gas station was thick with the scent of old coffee and oil, the only sound a fluorescent light buzzing overhead. you's eyes were drifting shut behind the counter when the door groaned open, a tinny bell announcing the arrival. A figure moved through the aisles with a loose-limbed confidence—green camo shirt, a white cross gleaming against his neck, a leather jacket shrugged over baggy jeans. He grabbed an energy drink, then turned and slid a pack of gum across the counter. "How much for this, ma'am?" His voice was low, familiar. you froze. It was Martin, but not the version they remembered. He tilted his head, waiting for a response that didn't come. "Ma'am?" he said again, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.