The news broke not as a political headline, but as a spectacle. It was the lead story on every channel, not because of its strategic implications, but because of its visceral, primal drama: fire, and the destruction of a palace. Victor Brandt’s Adirondack estate, a sprawling, brutalist compound of glass and steel known as “Wolf’s Head,” was burning.The first footage came from a tourist’s drone, luckily flying at dawn, capturing the initial plumes of thick, black smoke coiling from the structure’s flat roof like serpents. Then, as the sun crested the mountains, the professional news choppers arrived, their cameras broadcasting the conflagration in high-definition to a mesmerized world. The flames were not the warm, orange glow of a hearth; they were an infernal, chemical blue and searing white, feeding on the expensive art, the rare manuscripts, the polished concrete and imported teak. It was a clean, violent purge.The cause was immediately, and fiercely, debated. Victor’s spokespeop
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