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The neon sign flickered lazily in the early dawn, casting a sickly, pulsating glow over the cracked asphalt of Pine Ridge's main street. The air was thick with the scent of rain and something else - something metallic and bitter - drifting from the distant highway. Inside the **Last Diner**, everything was quiet except for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead, buzzing like a swa ...