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Tonight, the gallery hosted whispers, champagne, and a missing curator. Detective Maren Vale arrived, studying footprints dusted along marble floors. At midnight, a bell rang; the lights flickered, then steadied. Guests gathered silently, watching servants carry a covered body outside. The curator lay sprawled, eyes open, clutching a broken locket. Nearby, a violin case sat locked, humming faintly with static. Maren noted fresh rain, yet no wetness on silk gloves. Sir Aldren claimed innocence, pointing toward the scandalized painter. The painter protested, describing thieving thieves and vanished keys earlier. In the corridor, a tally of missing pearls matched bloodstains precisely.