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The morning sun had barely touched the Thorne estate when the storm arrived safely at their doorstep. Three black cars drove in like a fleet of war machines. Their tires were grinding against the cobblestone path. The staffs froze in place, bowing immediately as Chairman Alastair Beaumont stepped out of the lead car. His presence is so commanding