The Story Before the StoryThe echo of the distant explosion rolled softly through the mountain before fading into silence again, so faint that it might easily have been mistaken for thunder drifting across the valley, yet no one around the table reacted. For months, they had lived beneath the constant shadow of violence, betrayal, pursuit, and impossible choices, and perhaps that was precisely why the room Thomas Hart had built possessed such extraordinary power. It reminded them that life was never supposed to revolve around surviving disasters. It was supposed to revolve around mornings like this.Michael lowered the letter onto the table.His father had always possessed an uncanny understanding of people. Even decades after his death, he had known exactly how to command the attention of every person in the room without issuing a single instruction.Thomas had not begun with warnings.He had begun with curiosity.
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