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The green neon sign above the entrance hummed, casting a sickly emerald glow across the damp Soho pavement. Inside The Raven's Nest, the air tasted of stale malt and old cedar. Silas wiped down the mahogany counter with a damp rag, his left leg taking the brunt of his weight as he shifted along the boards. The brass door latch rattled. A gust of October wind swept a flurry of dead leaves across the threshold. Aurora stepped inside, shedding her heavy canvas delivery jacket. Straight black hair fell past her shoulders, catching the amber light above the door. Bright blue eyes scanned the shadowy booths before locking onto the bartender. Glasses stopped sliding across the wood. Silas lowered the rag, resting a heavy hand near a silver signet ring on his right palm. "Rory," Silas murmured, the grey-streaked auburn of his beard twitching as a rare smile cracked his stoic expression. "London air suits you, or you look entirely too thin for someone hauling noodles across town." Aurora closed the distance between them, dropping her delivery bag onto an empty stool with a dull thud. A small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist caught the overhead light as she reached for a glass. "Yu-Fei works me to the bone, Si. Deliveries never stop." Aurora pulled out a stool, sinking into the leather with a soft exhale. "You're still standing on that knee." "Stubborn bone refuses to cooperate." Silas reached for a bottle of amber whiskey, pouring two fingers into a heavy tumbler without asking. "Eviction notices from Cardiff reach you yet?" "Left that baggage behind years ago." Aurora accepted the glass, her fingers brushing the rim. "Eva keeps me busy. London moves fast enough to outrun ghosts." "Ghosts catch up eventually. They prefer dark corners like this one." Silas leaned against the back bar, gesturing vaguely to the sepia photographs lining the walls. "You look different. Harder around the edges. Pre-Law girl from Cardiff vanished somewhere down the M4." "Cardiff was a staging ground for someone else's blueprints." Aurora stared into the amber liquid, watching the ice fracture. "Evan made sure I learned how to dodge punches before I learned tort law." "Men like that leave permanent ink on your skin." Silas narrowed his hazel eyes, noting the rigid posture, the way her shoulders remained coiled toward the door. "Spymasters aren't the only ones who spot surveillance habits. You check every blind spot when you walk through a room." "Survival requires adaptation. You taught me that over cheap pints when I first crashed on Eva's sofa." Aurora took a slow sip, letting the burn settle her throat. "You retired from MI6 to pour whiskey. Seemed like a downgrade at the time." "Quiet beats bullets." Silas chuckled, a dry, gravelly sound. "Prague taught me the cost of ambition. A ruined knee is cheap payment for a heartbeat." "Sometimes the quiet is louder than the gunfire." Aurora traced the rim of her glass, her gaze drifting toward the shadowed hallway leading to the back room. "You still hide secrets behind bookshelves?" "Old habits die slower than men." Silas straightened, his expression flattening into professional neutrality. "What brings the Golden Empress courier to my door past midnight? Yu-Fei doesn't dispatch pad-thais this late." "I needed a drink poured by someone who doesn't ask me to smile." Aurora set the glass down, the glass clinking sharply against the wood. "Eva thinks I should visit home. See my mother. Tell her I survived." "Did you?" "Depends on the day." Aurora looked up, meeting his steady stare. "Brendan still thinks I'm clerking at a firm in Holborn. Jennifer writes letters addressed to a ghost who still cares about property law." "Lying to keep the peace." Silas shook his head slowly. "Heavy burden to carry alone." "You carry a city full of secrets behind this bar. Don't lecture me on heavy burdens." Aurora offered a thin, humorless smile. "We collect armor until we can't take it off." "True enough." Silas poured himself a matching measure, clinking his glass against hers. "To ghosts who refuse to stay buried."