The storm outside the pub was loud, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside.Waves crashed against the rocks by the shore, and the wind shook the windows of the old wooden building. Hours ago, all the locals had already gone home. The pub was empty now except for four people sitting around a scratched, wooden table. The smell of beer and sea salt filled the air. But this wasn’t about drinks, or laughter, or small talk. Tonight, the pub was something else. It was a war room.Marcus Thorne sat at the head of the table. His face looked like it had been carved from stone. It was hard with sharp lines and eyes that carried years of regret. Once, he had been a rising star, a player with a bright future. But that dream had been crushed, buried in the shadow of his brother, Damien.And now, it was Damien who had to be stopped.Marcus’s voice was low, almost like a growl.“You need to understand what we’re really fighting,” he said, staring at each of them; Leo, Maya, and Ben.“Damien
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