MAYA POV The gravel road seemed to go on forever, clicking against the underside of the sedan in a steady, monotonous rhythm. The dense pine trees finally gave way to an open clearing just as the afternoon sun started to dip below the tree line. In the middle of the field sat the farmhouse. It was an old, white two-story building with peeling paint on the porch railing and a small gravel driveway. It didn't look dangerous, but it didn't look like the luxury corporate suites I had grown used to over the past week either. It looked isolated. Marcus brought the car to a smooth stop right next to the porch steps. He turned off the engine, and the sudden silence of the countryside felt heavy, almost ringing in my ears after three hours of highway white noise. "We’re here, Miss Brooks," Marcus said, unbuckling his seatbelt. He turned around to face me, giving me a reassuring nod. "My sister hasn't lived here in two years, but I had a local service clean the place last week. It should
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