Chapter 95 IN DEATH

The somber toll of church bells echoed through the hallowed halls of St. Michael's Cathedral, a solemn melody that seemed to reverberate through the city's very soul. Inside, the air was heavy with grief, the pews filled to overflowing with mourners clad in black, their heads bowed in silent reverence as they paid their final respects to a man who had touched the lives of so many. At the head of the cathedral, surrounded by a sea of flickering candles and fragrant bouquets of lilies, lay the casket of Gerald Green, son of the illustrious Green family and beloved uncle to Luke Green. Draped in the family crest – a shimmering tapestry of emerald and gold – it seemed almost to glow in the dim light of the sanctuary, a testament to the wealth and power that had defined the man's life. As the mourners filed past the casket, each offering their condolences in hushed tones, Luke stood at the front of the cathedral, his expression a mask of stoic determination as he greeted each visitor