The Wistful Cipher
The annual gala at the Sterling Institute for Advanced Forensic Sciences was not a celebration of discovery but a ritual of consumption, where the air hung heavy with the cloying scent of expensive perfume and the metallic tang of ambition, and Margaret Holloway stood near the base of the grand staircase, her eyes fixed not on the dancing couples whose feet tapped out a rhythmic countdown to...
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