One year later. Morning sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows of the small chapel overlooking Lake Maren. The air carried the scent of fresh flowers, and the gentle ringing of church bells echoed across the valley. Guests filled the pews, smiling as they waited for the ceremony to begin. The Volkovs sat beside the Hayes family. There were no divisions anymore. No secrets. No ancient rivalries. Just one family. Outside the chapel, Noah stood beneath the old oak tree where James had once taught him to skip stones. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his suit, but his heart refused to be still. Gabriel walked over and chuckled. “You’ve faced armed men, hidden conspiracies, and the collapse of an underground sanctuary.” He adjusted Noah’s tie. “But today you’re nervous.” Noah laughed. “Terrified.” Gabriel smiled. “Good.” “It means this matters.” Before Noah could answer, Alexander approached quietly. The old man held James’s pocket watch in his weathe
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