Constance received them personally at her modest, unassuming front door, considerably smaller and more frail in physical stature than Elena had anticipated, though the moment her sharp, intelligent eyes met Elena's own, she understood immediately exactly why Sebastian's warning had carried such genuine weight."Mrs. Cole," Constance said, her voice carrying a measured, unhurried precision despite her advanced age. "Please, come in. I've prepared tea, though I confess, I suspect neither of us will find the conversation ahead particularly comfortable, regardless of proper hospitality."She led them into a modest sitting room, considerably less ostentatious than any previous Consortium confrontation had required, and Elena studied the surroundings with unsettled curiosity, understanding that this deliberate modesty likely reflected exactly the kind of careful, calculated invisibility that had protected Constance's continued leadership for decades."You've spent a remarkable year," Consta
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