The Wistful Witness

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The banquet hall was a cavern of gold and silence. Crystal chandeliers hung low, casting fractured light across the long tables where the city’s elite sat in rigid rows. They ate with precision. They spoke in low, calibrated tones. The air smelled of roasted pheasant and cold ambition. Inspector Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched. His eyes, pale and...

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