The estate looked smaller at dusk.Not physically smaller — the gates were still iron, the drive still curved with deliberate elegance, the house still rising in measured stone confidence beyond the trees. But something about it felt diminished now that its secrecy had been named.Power relies on mystique.Once spoken aloud, mystique thins.Emily parked two streets over, beneath a line of bare maple trees that hadn’t yet grown spring leaves. The air carried that in-between chill — no longer winter, not yet forgiving.Alexander sat beside her, hands folded loosely but tense.“Last chance to reconsider,” he said quietly.“You can stay in the car,” she replied.He shook his head.“I grew up here. If we’re doing this, I’m not waiting outside.”She nodded once.Sofia had argued against this.“You don’t do unofficial entry when federal inquiry is already forming,” she had said over the phone earlier that afternoon.“I’m not breaking in,” Emily had replied.“You’re stepping onto land owned b
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