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The dim amber glow of the bar lights cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor, the air thick with the mingled scents of cheap perfume, spilled whiskey, and the faint tang of citrus from your workstation. A bass-heavy track pulsed through the speakers, just loud enough to blur the edges of bad decisions already brewing among the crowd. It was barely nine, and the place was already simmering with tension. You moved behind the bar with practiced rhythm, the cool metal of the cocktail shaker cold against your palms as you flipped it, the ice clinking in a familiar cadence. Your fingers were sticky with lime juice and sugar, but you didn’t mind—the regulars called you a magician, though you rarely looked up unless someone’s voice pitched into a threat. That was his job. Simon Riley…