The rain hammered relentlessly against the warehouse windows.Water streaked down the dirty glass in twisting rivers while thunder rolled across the night sky like distant artillery. Outside, the industrial district sat nearly abandoned at this hour, its empty streets illuminated only by flickering streetlights and the occasional passing truck.Inside, a single lamp cast a pool of golden light across an old wooden desk.A man sat alone behind it.Waiting.Watching.Remembering.Photographs covered the desk's surface.Some were old enough that their edges had begun to yellow with age. Others were newer, printed recently and organized carefully into neat stacks.Every photograph had one thing in common.Fantasy.The man reached for one of the newer pictures.Master William Steele stood outside the club entrance in a perfectly tailored suit, silver eyes surveying arriving guests. Even in a still image, William radiated confidence and authority.Power.The older man's jaw tightened.Twent
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