The foundation stretches out before me, overgrown and skeletal, blackened stone half-swallowed by decades of weeds, and standing near its center, alone, hands in his pockets, Marcus Ashford waits with the same unhurried composure he's worn through every version of this long, terrible week."You came," he says, as I pick my way across the broken ground toward him. "I confess, part of me wasn't entirely certain you would.""You made it fairly clear I didn't have much of a choice.""I never threatened your grandmother, Ivy. I want to be precise about that. I simply wanted you to understand the scope of what I'm capable of observing, so you'd take this conversation with the seriousness it requires.""That's a distinction without much of a difference."He almost smiles, something tired moving behind his composed expression. "Perhaps. I find myself, after tonight, considerably less interested in semantic games than I was yesterday."I stop a careful distance away, close enough to talk, far
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