The dimly lit study in Alan Fowl’s private estate was filled with the scent of old books, mahogany, and the faint aroma of cigar smoke from years past. The room, usually a haven for solitude and quiet contemplation, now held an air of urgency. Alexander Robinson sat across from Alan, his sharp gaze locked onto the older man, waiting for him to speak. The tension was palpable, the weight of whatever Alan had uncovered pressing heavily between them. Alan, dressed in his signature tailored suit, poured himself a glass of bourbon before gesturing toward Alexander, offering him a drink. Alexander shook his head, his focus unwavering. “I didn’t ask you here for pleasantries, Alexander,” Alan said, taking a slow sip. “I asked you here because of Artemis.” Alexander leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “What about him?” Alan exhaled sharply. “I know you and Klarisse have made an effort to bring him back into the fold. I understand your family’s wish to make amends. But you
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