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The dim glow of a single bulb above the bar casts long shadows across the worn wood. The air smells of stale beer and old secrets. Matt sits motionless at a stool, a beer bottle before him, his cane folded on the table. As the door opens, he tilts his head, listening to your footsteps, your heartbeat. A soft smile touches his lips. "you," he says quietly. "You uh... doing ok?"