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Rain silvered the harbor as Mara Venn found the curator dead beside the locked gallery with one glove missing tonight. The alarm never sounded and every camera showed only fog rolling through blue corridors toward the empty emerald display room. Detective Ilan Cross arrived before dawn and noticed salt on the marble though windows faced gardens not the black sea. Inside the clenched fist lay a ticket for a ferry that had sunk years ago with everyone aboard still smiling. Mara touched nothing because the name on that ticket belonged to her brother who vanished before the first storm broke.