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... weird kind of silence to it—one that tried too hard to sound elegant, like money itself was holding its breath. No chirping insects. No far-off hum of streetcars. Just trimmed hedges, floodlights on timers, and sensor-silent security meant to keep the unwanted out.
Which was funny, Lux thought, because technically, he was the unwanted.
He materialized just beside the east wing—shadow-blended boots landing quietly on manicured gravel, tucked behind the marble statue of a swan hold ...
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