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CHAPTER 186

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Coleman Manor Ruins – Midnight

The flames devoured Michael's childhood home with the same hunger he'd once reserved for me—insatiable, indiscriminate, consuming everything in their path with a primal roar that drowned out the distant wail of too-late sirens. The fire painted the midnight sky in furious oranges and vengeful reds, visible for miles across the manicured landscape of Connecticut old money where the Coleman family had planted their flag generations before Michael was born.

Firefighters stood idle at the perimeter of the estate, their trucks parked at strategic intervals that created the illusion of response without action. The chief—a square-jawed man with thirty years of service patches on his jacket—had given the order to "secure the area and prevent spread" rather than "extinguish," a technical distinction that would provide plausible deniability in the morning's inevitable investigation.

His daughter went to school with Griffin. Her college tuition had been anon
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