"The Raven's Nest pulsed with its usual mid-evening rhythm—glasses clinking, a jazz record scratching out a mournful sax solo—but tonight, the air carried an edge, like the prelude to a storm she couldn't name."
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"Up close, the lines etched deeper into his face, mapping out the decade since she'd last seen him—back when her father dragged her to his \"old mate's\" pub crawls in Dublin, before Brendan Carter's barrister robes hung too heavy and the family splintered."
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"He chuckled, but it scraped dry, and poured her a pint without asking—dark ale, foamy head just right."
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"The bar's walls loomed behind him, plastered with faded black-and-white photos—spies in trench coats, bombed-out streets—and yellowed maps curling at the edges."
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"No one sat there; it was his perch for watching the room."
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"\"She didn't say. Just, 'Rory, get out. Now.' And poof—flat keys, job lead. Your place, funnily enough.\" A lie, half-true; Eva's emails hinted at shadows, old debts from Evan's crowd nipping at her heels."
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"Regret flickered in his eyes—unspoken, the botched Prague op that ended his field days, the one he'd never detailed to a kid's ears."
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"\"Weight? Try baggage. Evan wasn't just slaps; he owned the flat, the friends, the future. I bolted with a backpack and spite.\" The admission burned, but his steady gaze pulled it out, like old interrogations turned confessions."
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"\"Brendan's tough. Always was.\" Silas's tone softened, but his eyes roamed the room—habit, scanning exits, faces."
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"Rory followed his gaze, the photo beside it—a younger Silas, arm around a woman with sharp features, both grinning in Berlin rain."
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"Silas's limp dragged as he straightened, hand drifting under the bar—old habits, where a pistol might hide."
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"The door banged open then, three men spilling in—leather jackets, eyes darting like wolves scenting blood."
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"Silas had been the uncle who wasn't, the one slipping her extra crisps and tales of shadowed ops that sounded like fairy stories to a ten-year-old."
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"The girl who'd once perched on barstools sketching maps from his wall had edges now, honed by whatever chased her from university and that bastard Evan."
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"Regret flickered in his eyes—unspoken, the botched Prague op that ended his field days, the one he'd never detailed to a kid's ears."