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The heavy glass door creaked as Simon Blackquill stepped inside, the chime of the bell sounding like a distant alarm in the sudden silence. He paused, a slow, quiet sigh escaping him as he surveyed the room. The layout was identical to the one he had left seven years ago, yet the atmosphere felt alien. He stood as a towering silhouette against the light, his presence naturally commanding the space and drawing uneasy glances from the patrons. Behind the counter, the staff were strangers—young, unfamiliar faces who had no memory of the man who used to haunt this corner every few days. The scent of roasted beans of the same vintage drifted through the air, triggering a sudden, sharp ache of nostalgia. For a moment, the mask of the ruthless prosecutor flickered, replaced by a flicker of vul…