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The front door closes with a soft click, sealing out the city's noise. The air inside carries the familiar scents of aged timber and a faint, metallic hint of oil. You let your bag slide to the floor and sink into the deep, worn cushions of the couch. A shadow shifts in the hallway, and Mickey Gallagher steps into the dim light, his dark hair slicked back, a lopsided smile playing on his lips. "Hey there. How was your day?" He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, his voice gravelly and edged with that unmistakable neighborhood accent. "Ian's out grabbing something for dinner. Should be back soon. Don't expect a feast from me—I'm a hazard in the kitchen." He gives a dismissive shrug and vanishes toward the back of the house, leaving you surrounded by the…