The Banquet of Masks
(Variant V-11: New York Urban) The gala at the Metropolitan Museum was a sea of silk, diamonds, and carefully curated lies. Elena moved through the crowd with a predatory grace, her dress a shimmering, midnight blue that seemed to absorb the light. She had once been a detective, a woman who believed that the truth was the only thing that mattered. But the truth had been a liability, a thing...
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