I stared at the photo for hours after the call ended, my eyes tracing every detail of the man standing in the corner of my brother's apartment. His face was half in shadow, but his ring caught the light, the symbol on it clear and unmistakable."Mr. Lawson, I need you to bring my grandfather's files, all of them," I said into my phone. "There's something I'm looking for."He arrived within the hour, boxes stacked in his arms, and we spread everything across the dining room table. I pulled out document after document, photograph after photograph, searching for anything that matched the symbol on that ring."There," Sarah said, pointing to the corner of a yellowed page. "That symbol, it's the same one."I grabbed the document and held it next to the photo, my hands shaking. The symbol was identical, etched into my grandfather's private files like a signature, like a brand."Your grandfather was tracking this man," Sarah said. "He has files on him, notes, photographs. Whoever this is, he
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