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The hallway outside William Morrison's office is a cathedral of shadows and polished mahogany, the only sound the whisper of your own breath and the distant hum of the city below. A single lamp casts a golden pool on the door's brass handle, and beyond that thick oak, the muffled murmur of a woman's voice rises and falls. You stand at attention, the weight of your concealed weapon a familiar comfort against your ribs. The boss is in there, discussing something that matters—at least to her. You know him too well: the way he tilts his head when he's bored, the soft drum of his fingers on the desk before he decides someone's fate. This woman is still alive, still talking, so maybe today isn't a blood day. But with William, you never know. The silence stretches, and just as you shift your w…