The street outside the bar was half lit, half forgotten. The neon sign above the entrance buzzed like a tired insect, flickering between blue and nothing. Jason pushed the door open and stepped into a wall of warm air and noise.The place was crowded—packed enough that shoulders brushed when people turned, glasses clinked every few seconds, and the smell of beer and wood polish hung thick in the air. Rafe’s Bar was always busy after nine. It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, not talk about the things that broke them.Jason didn’t belong here tonight, but he didn’t know where else to go.Rafe was behind the counter, moving with the energy of someone trying to do five tasks at once—pour a drink, wipe the counter, yell at a drunk who kept knocking on the jukebox, and laugh at a joke someone shouted from across the bar. He was a big man with broad shoulders, a beard starting to grey, and eyes that always seemed to know too much.He spotted Jason immediately.One
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