In the dimly lit corner of The Dickens, Charlie Maguire stood behind the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the room with the practiced ease of someone who had seen countless stories unfold. The clinking of glasses and low hum of conversation filled the air, but his attention was drawn to the new arrival. A newcomer had just walked in, their curiosity and weariness evident as they made their way to the bar.

Charlie greeted the visitor with a warm, knowing smile. “Welcome to The Dickens,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “What can I get you tonight?”