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May God bless our tainted souls
Rachel Van Dyken
The death of a powerful man was all it took to sway the balance of the scales.
Survival of the fittest is the rule of the underworld, and a seat at the High Table cannot be left unclaimed, vacant. That was the way of the game.
A seat was needed, necessary, to ensure not only survival but absolute power over others. And the Chinese Triad owned that table. At it sat the leaders of the most powerful families in the world. There were only nine seats. No more. No less.
One decision would change the fates of millions.
But on the very night before the fateful decision fell, tragedy struck.
One night.
One life taken.
One knife.
A single, dead crow.
And a note; on it, five words that would split the underworld in two, and force every syndicate across the globe to pick a side. The war that followed would claim thousands of lives and, with no end in sight, the only way out was up. The High Table.
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2. I apologize for any possible grammar mistakes you may stumble upon throughout the story. English is not my first language and commas are especially hard to grasp.
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