Chapter 22 - Breaking the Cycle
Viktor lay gasping on the wet ground, the blade slipping from his numb fingers. Vincent stood over him, breathing heavily, the rain washing away the grime and blood of the fight.
"It's over, Viktor," Vincent said quietly, his voice echoing in the vast, empty yard. "Your era of blood and fear is dead."
"You think... you think you've won?" Viktor wheezed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Someone else will always take my place. The blood never stops washing over these docks, Vincent."
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"Not anymore," Vincent replied, turning his back on the fallen man as Paulie stepped forward to secure him. "I'm rewriting the ledger."
He walked away from the rail yards, climbing into the idling black sedan. The rain began to clear, parting to reveal a pale, silver moon breaking through the heavy storm clouds. The war was finally won, not with an endless cycle of slaughter, but with a definitive end to the darkness.
