Steele
I swirled the whiskey in my tumbler as I took in the view of Boat Harbor. This view had been ingrained in my blood since I was born. I knew every dark crevice and every last sinful secret she hid like the back of my hand. This town was mine and my three Brothers, to rule until death, and passed on to our heirs. It was required that we sired sons to hand down our legacy for future generations and continue our traditions.



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