Let me tell you what the building looked like from the outside.
Unremarkable. That was the whole point. Four stories, grey plaster, the kind of windows that were just large enough to look intentional and just small enough to tell you privacy was the priority. A street-level door with a keypad and a camera that Draven's people had confirmed was live. No signage. No name on the buzzer panel. Just numbers.
The kind of building you walked past seventeen times without registering it.
Which was, I was learning, Halveth Crone's signature. Don't build anything that looks like a fortress. Build things that look like nothing. Hide in plain sight. Make the machinery invisible and the man behind it untouchable.
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