The morning sun rose over the Harbor, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold.
Adrian stood at the window of the Sunset Bar, watching the city wake up. The streets were bustling with activity, filled with people going about their daily lives. The shops were open, the docks were active, the children were playing in the streets. It was a scene of peace and prosperity, a testament to everything they had fought for.
But today was different. Today, the community was looking toward the future. The centennial celebration was over, but the work was just beginning. It was time to set new goals, to dream new dreams, to build the next century of the Harbor's story.
Adrian turned away from the window. James was sitting at the table, reviewing documents. His face was still pale, but the light
