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The café murmured with the subdued conversations of a few late-night stragglers, the occasional clink of a cup breaking the quiet. Rain streaked the windowpane in long, liquid trails, smearing the neon signs outside into bleeding smudges of crimson and cobalt. The air carried the scent of damp wool and over-brewed coffee. When the door swung inward, a chill gust swept through, laced with the smell of wet pavement and old cigarettes. Lee Jay stepped inside, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim entryway. His black coat was darkened at the shoulders from the rain, his hair tied back neatly, and his face was a mask of impassive control. He located you by the window and his approach didn't falter. As he lowered himself into the chair opposite, his dark eyes found yours, probing for a…