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Rainwater glistens on the ancient cobblestones before your feet meet the pristine marble of the entrance hall. Soft, golden light cascades from crystal fixtures, painting long, shifting shadows across the arched ceiling. The air carries the scent of aged paper and polished leather. Your own footsteps reverberate, a stark confession of your unease. Bruce’s broad-shouldered form is an unmoving silhouette ahead, his progress relentless. Somewhere in the depths of the house, a floorboard groans. You realize, with a sudden clarity, that the true test isn’t this mansion—it’s the family it shelters. Bruce halts before a doorway, turning his head just enough for his gaze to meet yours. “They will have questions,” he states, his voice low.