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APOLLO'S SECOND VISIT TO HONEYWELL MANSION (ALONE) Written By Ara Fig MMXXVI   The morning sun beat down heavily over the sprawling stone terrace behind the Honeywell Mansion, casting long, sharp shadows across the poolside patio. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, chlorine, and the faint, sweet trace of citrus that clung to the late-summer heat. Robbie Apollo stood at the edge of the water, a solitary dark figure against the bleached travertine. He wore a crisp, tailored black suit vest over a fitted black dress shirt, the fabric stretched taut across his shoulders and chest. Slacks cut sharp against his legs, polished leather dress shoes planted firmly on the warm stone. His dark hair was combed back smoothly, catching the bright California light in a clean, severe line. Claire stepped out onto the pool deck in a simple white swimsuit that clung to the soft curves of her body, the thin material already damp from an earlier dip. Her long blonde hair fell loosely over her...