The Wistful Show
The crystal chandeliers of the university’s main hall cast a prismatic web of light across the marble floor, refracting the gold leaf of the invitations into a thousand fleeting stars. Dr. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the buffet, his hand hovering over a plate of canapés, his eyes fixed not on the dancing faculty but on the leather satchel he had left on a side table. Inside that satchel...
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