The Architect of the New Dawn The morning sun, filtered through the thick leaves of the old oak tree, no longer felt like a spy watching Alice; it felt like a silent witness to her survival. The large, imposing Morgan mansion, once a fortress against outside enemies, was slowly being transformed, brick by painstaking brick, into a true home. And Alice, with the aid of her cane, was the sole architect of this peaceful revolution. It had been several months since the night of the explosion at the north pier and the miracle of Marcel’s resurrection. The immediate chaos had subsided, but the silence that followed was heavy, filled not with external threats, but with the demanding task of internal healing. Morgan, who had found peace through action and the reunion with his brother, was now consumed by supporting Marcel's new venture. Alice’s path to recovery, however, was purely personal. Her scars were not just visible, etched onto her leg that now required the polished mahogany cane f
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