Chapter 83 - Chapter 83

The wind cut through the docks like knives, chilling the night air and bringing with it the scents of sea salt and gasoline. Somewhere, a foghorn echoed across the harbor, muffled by the dense mist that cloaked the dockyard in shadows. Among these shadows stood a lone man, his figure half-hidden beneath the brim of a dark hat, the only hint of his identity obscured and unreadable.