Morning arrived quietly in the Vale mansion, too quietly for a house that never truly slept.
Iris sat near the window, wrapped in a light shawl, watching the estate wake up below. Men in black moved in patterns she was starting to recognize, disciplined, emotionless, armed even in daylight. The fountains were already running. Everything here functioned on precision. Control.
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