The acrid stench of burnt cordite, ruptured plaster, and discharged fire extinguishers hung thick in the air of the master suite. The French doors leading out to the stone terrace were gone, reduced to twisted wrought-iron frames and jagged teeth of reinforced glass littering the ruined Persian rug. Outside, dawn broke over the Hudson River in bruised shades of violet and slate gray, casting cold, pitiless light across the carnage.…
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