63CRACKS AT SUNRISEARIAMorning didn’t feel like morning.When I opened my eyes, sunlight spilled softly through the tall windows, stretching across the room in warm golden lines. It should have felt peaceful—beautiful, even—but the memory of last night sat heavy in my chest, dulling any comfort the light tried to bring.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening.The house was quiet.Not the eerie, tense quiet of the night before—but something calmer. Controlled. Like a storm had passed, but the air still remembered it.I pushed myself up slowly, rubbing my eyes as I tried to shake off the restless sleep. My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t fully rested at all.Fragments of the night came rushing back.The explosion.The man with the rifle.The message.One night closer.A shiver ran through me.I got out of bed and walked toward the window. Outside, the estate looked completely untouched—calm, pristine, almost too perfect for a place that had be
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