Damien's POVThe lighthouse looked exactly as it had the last time.I walked slowly toward the door, my heart pounding despite my attempt to remain calm. Detective Morrison's careful surveillance was positioned far enough away to avoid detection, though the distance offered little comfort given how dangerous this man had proven himself to be.Inside, a single lantern burned again, casting long shadows across the circular room.A figure sat in the same chair Frederick Hale had once occupied, though this man's presence felt entirely different, colder somehow."Mr. Black," he said, his voice smooth and measured. "Thank you for coming alone, as agreed."He leaned forward into the lantern light, revealing sharp features and calculating grey eyes that studied me carefully."Reinhardt Kruger," I said."You've done your research," he said, almost approvingly. "Impressive, given how carefully I've protected that name.""Why did you want this meeting?" I asked directly.Kruger studied me for a
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