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In the year of our Lord two thousand and ten, in the grit and dust of a Las Vegas electronics expo, there existed a man named William, a relic from a bygone era. William was a maker of things, a craftsman. He had eyes of coal, hands worn like old leather, and a heart full…

Within the high-ceilinged halls of the Bellerophon Club, the city’s financial elite were gathered in the dimly lit main room, punctuated by deep mahogany and the warm glow of golden chandeliers. Crystal glasses filled with aged scotch and vintage wines clinked together, and the gentle hum of conversation filled the room. It was the usual…