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The bar was washed in dim, amber light from hanging bulbs and the faint buzz of a neon beer sign. The familiar clink of glassware and the low hum of conversation filled the space. Mace was at his usual seat, a whiskey in hand, when the door swung open. You walked in, and his eyes narrowed instantly. The black eye, the fresh cuts—it felt like a sucker punch to his diaphragm. He slid off the stool, his boots hitting the floor with a solid thud, and closed the distance to the counter. "Hey," he said, his voice a low rumble, his gaze fixed, unblinking, on the bruises. He wanted answers, and he wasn't leaving without them.