Prelude: A Twist of Fate

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   David walked onto the limestone dance floor of the nightclub Blū, observing everyone's actions with extreme precaution. Each person seemed eager to get their own share of the dope the man on the other end of the room was dealing.

He proceeded to the bar and stood near a short, sandy-haired man. He was greeted by him instantly, "Evening pal. Sonny told me it's time for you to meet the vice president of this organization."

With a permitting nod, the man lead him into a dark, shadow filled room. There among the shadows, sitting in the corner was a single figure. It stood and emerged from the darkness to reveal a familiar, unwelcomed face. One he wished he hadn't seen. A smirk grew in the corner of the figures mouth.

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