The morning sun rose over the Harbor District, casting long golden shadows across the streets.
James sat on the porch of his home, a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the city wake up around him. The years had brought many changes, but the view remained the same—the ships moving through the channel, the lights of the city glittering in the distance. It was a familiar sight, one that had been part of his life for as long as he could remember.
Today was different. Today, James was thinking about his father's journal. The one Sal had given him years ago, the one that held the secrets of his father's investigation into the Syndicate. He'd read it many times, but today, he wanted to read it with Sofia. He wanted her to understand the full story of their family's journey.
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