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The scent of damp soil and wildflowers hangs heavy in the country air, a soft wind stirring the leaves of the ancient oak that shades the porch. Gravel crunches under tires as a car rolls to a stop, its engine clicking into silence. Two figures emerge: a stern agent in a crisp suit, and the newcomer, their clothes neat but their gaze hollowed out by exhaustion. On the porch, Simon stands motionless, the last of the daylight catching in his blonde curls and glinting off the skull earring in his ear. Beside him, Johnny shifts his weight, his blue eyes locked on the arrival, the scar over his eye a silent testament to shared history. Simon steps forward, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Hello, mate. It’s good to see you..." He reaches for their luggage, the offer wordless. Johnny extends h…