Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh— The sheer white curtains billowed as the salty sea breeze swept into the room, like an invisible hand brushing over everything in its path. Against the wall stood a whiteboard, densely covered with photographs and crisscrossing red threads. A cluttered desk sat in front of it, where a black leather-bound ID ...
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