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𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 & 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴!
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𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 & 𝘙𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰!!
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺!

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳...𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵.
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃.

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑲𝑶𝑽 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒚.

Iron on stone. Rust on memory. The gates didn't just open—they reluctantly yielded, like some old beast stretching open jaws long unused. The crunch of tires over frostbitten cobblestone broke the silence, each revolution rolling us deeper into something older than any of us. Older than empire. Older than fear.

The estate loomed beyond the gate like a vision carved from war and winter—its silhouette cut sharply against the grey November sky. Heavy snow hadn't yet fallen, but the wind carried the promise of it. The kind that didn't melt. The kind that stayed.

This wasn't a home.

This was a mausoleum in motion.

The SUVs crept forward between stone columns and statues worn smooth by time. They watched us from their pedestals—gods, warriors, monsters—each expression chiseled in disapproval, as if they knew I didn't belong. As if they could smell it on me.

I'd known power. Grown up surrounded by it. But this?

This was something else.

It wasn't money or influence. It wasn't empire by acquisition. This was dynasty carved in bone. Legacy passed down through obedience. Wealth so old it had forgotten how to be questioned.