The Gathering Storm
"It was never about the money." Elias's voice was flat, almost bored, as he leaned back in his chair. The room was sparse, concrete walls and a single table, the only light coming from a bare bulb that swung slightly overhead. "You think you've been fighting a war against greed. Against corruption. But that was always just the surface." Cole stood across from him, his hands at his sides. He had found Elias in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, following the trail his father had left. The building was empty, the only sound the drip of water from a leak somewhere in the shadows. "Then what was it about?" Cole asked. Elias smiled. "Control. Power. The ability to shape the world in your image. Your father understood that. Your mother understood that. And you, Cole, are beginning to u
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