The night carried a cold weight, heavy and unrelenting, as if the darkness itself had been sharpened and placed deliberately over the estate, pressing down on every rooftop, lawn, and wall, while the wind whispered faintly through the tall pines that lined the northern boundary, rustling leaves like soft, warning murmurs that went unheard by anyone not trained to listen. Cassius moved steadily along the inner perimeter with Marco close behind him, their eyes scanning every shadow, every patch of movement, while Rafael coordinated from the west tower, his voice occasionally crackling over the comms, calm and precise, giving locations, distances, and subtle shifts in the approaching threat that allowed the defenders to adjust without panic.Cassius’ hand hovered over the metal of the gate, feeling the vibrations of footsteps in the dirt beyond, the subtle pressure of someone, or more than one, testing the lines, probing for weaknesses. “They’re patient,” he murmured under his breath, a
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