The Wistful Voyage

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The chandelier in the Grand Hall of the Municipal Building did not merely hang; it presided, a heavy constellation of crystal and brass that cast a light too bright, too clean, for the rotting scent that clung to the air. Inspector Elias Thorne stood near the service entrance, his spine rigid against the marble pillar, watching the city’s elite swirl in their silk and velvet. He was thirty...

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