Chapter 33 Firestorm

Alia Sulaimon 1.2k words

The Whitmore Foundation glittered under the evening lights, its glass walls reflecting the city like a mirror. Inside, the exhibition hall buzzed with quiet preparation — servers adjusting trays, curators whispering instructions, journalists gathering outside the entrance like a pack of hungry wolves.

Tonight was supposed to be about art. Instead,...

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