Dawn broke in brilliant, crystalline silver over the frozen mountain lake of the Falcon's Lair. The snow had ceased, leaving eight hundred acres of private pine forest draped in pristine white, quiet and untouched. The convoy rolled through the iron gates of the Hudson Valley fortress, greeted by twenty heavily armed sentries who saluted with solemn pride as the vehicles came to a halt in the stone courtyard. The heavy…
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