Wayne ended the call, his mind swirling with questions about the mysterious man in the elevator.
***
After a restless night, the dawn brought the first light.
King Louis was wheeled out of the morgue by Edgar. His once-sharp eyes now looked empty and tired, his head tilted to a side. Although it had only been one night, he seemed to have aged a decade, looking like a dimming candle.
Despite King Louis's fragility, Raphael's schemes were just getting started.
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