The silence in the study was deafening, stretching taut and thin, ready to snap.Theron stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the faint light from the hallway, his face unreadable. His gaze, usually so controlled, was now a vortex of conflicting emotions – anger, fear, and a raw, untamed desperation that made my breath catch in my throat."Raven," he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that promised both fury and pain. "What have you done?"My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. My fingers clutched my phone, the screen still displaying the chilling Villareal Project: Obsidian file. The image of a younger Theron, laughing with my parents, burned into my retina."What have I done?" I retorted, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands. "What have you done, Theron? You lied to me. For twelve years, you lied to me!"He took a step into the room, then another. Each movement was deliberate, closing the distance between us, until
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