Chapter 21 - A Cold Warning Left On The Iron Gates
Midnight struck quietly across the city, casting long shadows over the towering wrought-iron security gates of the Whitmore estate.
A lone figure dressed in dark clothing stepped out from the foggy sidewalk and approached the reinforced perimeter pillars.
With a gloved hand, the stranger slipped a small, sealed black envelope directly into the automated mail slot.
Sticking out of the envelope corner was the familiar silhouette of a silver crown stamped across heavy black cardstock.
The figure disappeared into the midnight mist before the estate motion sensors could even register the movement.
The following morning, the gate guard retrieved the envelope and carried it directly to the main study for Nathan to review.
Nathan sliced open the heavy paper flap, pulling out a single photograph taken secretly from across the street.
The photo showed the front doors of the estate, marked with a bold red slash and a message written in cold ink.
“The crown only rests on the head of the living. We will be back for what is ours…”
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Nathan stared at the warning with a cold, dangerous smile, knowing the next war was already waiting at his gates.
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