Chapter 8 "Mine"

One Day Later – 7:00 a.m.

The mansion had never been so quiet and so loud at once.

Somewhere in the east wing, carpenters hammered the final brass nameplate into mahogany.

In the kitchens, a private chef tested the exact sweetness of apricot jam.

On the roof, two snipers sighted their rifles on a ...

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