By 5:45 PM, the Range Rover was winding through the historic country roads of Concord, Massachusetts, passing beneath arches of fiery scarlet sugar maples and ancient stone farm walls dating back to the American Revolution. The air here was crisp, country-fresh, smelling of woodsmoke, fallen leaves, and damp orchard earth. The car turned down an unpaved lane of towering white oaks, coming to a halt before a graceful, eighteenth-century Federal-style…
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