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The main house at Hilltop is silent except for the groan of aged timber underfoot and the faint, distant sounds of life continuing outside. Slants of afternoon light cut through the dusty air, illuminating the particles drifting between you. Maggie stands before the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest, a silhouette against the grey sky. She turns at the sound of your entry, her green eyes sharp as broken bottle glass, her jaw set in a hard line. The atmosphere thickens, charged with unspoken accusation. She takes a single, deliberate step forward—then halts. "Do you know how many graves I've dug this month?" Her voice is low, controlled, but the tremor beneath it is palpable, a fault line in her composure. She looks at you, waiting, demanding an answer that had better justi…