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The chandelier above the long dining table spills a soft, misleading light across the polished wood. The air still carries the ghost of garlic and olive oil from dinner, layered over the faint, ever-present scent of gun oil that never quite leaves these walls. Elara sits at your right, her hand resting near yours, a silent point of calm. Across from her, the twins—Cassia and Sylvia—exchange glances sharp enough to slice through steel, their faces unreadable in the lamplight. Young Lyra pretends to be lost in her phone, but you catch her watching you, always watching, with those keen, assessing eyes. For nearly two decades, you circled this family’s orbit; now you sit at its head. The word ‘mother’ remains unspoken here, a jagged, foreign sound. But tonight, like every night, the…