Chapter 137

Third Person

Over the expansive grounds of Silas's mansion, nestled amidst the ancient trees that stood as silent sentinels in the night. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of nature's quiet embrace. The mansion itself, a grand structure with intricate architecture, exuded an air of timeless elegance.

As Nixon approached the imposing entrance, flanked by his loyal tracker team, the imposing wrought-iron gates swung open, revealing a pathway lined with meticulously manicured gardens. The gravel crunched softly beneath their feet as they advanced toward the entrance, where Silas awaited their arrival.

Carlile, his dependable companion, stood on either side of Silas as he stood regal and composed in the grand foyer. The flickering flames of elegant sconces illuminated the marble floors, casting a warm, amber hue upon the surroundings. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, telling tales of centuries gone by.

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