No one spoke after Mara’s accusation.Rain continued falling across the cemetery, but suddenly every sound felt distant, secondary, irrelevant beside the paper in Marcus’s hand.A signed authorization.A seal.A date.And Alexander’s name beneath the order that had opened the south wing.Marcus looked from the paper to Alexander slowly, like a man trying not to become violent too soon.“You signed this.”Alexander did not deny it.That silence was enough to tighten every body around him.Vanessa stepped backward instinctively.Victor’s eyes narrowed.Helena did not lower her weapon.Even Marianne, still shielding Liora, shifted her child farther behind her.Mara stood near the gate, soaked, breathing hard, clutching Adrian’s silver key as though it were the only reason she had survived the road.“You knew before tonight,” she said, voice breaking only slightly. “You knew what happened there.”Alexander finally spoke.“Yes.”The single word landed harder than denial.Marcus moved first
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