The icy rain began to fall over the cobblestone streets of Paris, turning the charred, blackened ruins of Maison Céleste into a dark, reeking crime scene. Yellow police tape fluttered violently in the cold wind, sealing off the shattered glass entrance where Ariana’s dream had stood just hours ago.A few meters down the street, parked behind a thick delivery van, sat a nondescript sedan with heavily tinted windows.Selene sat in the rear passenger seat, holding a pair of compact brass binoculars to her eyes. Her breath fogged up the glass, her dark, sunken eyes fixed intensely on the trembling woman standing behind the police line.Ariana was staring at the scorched interior of her atelier. Her beige cashmere coat was soaked through with rain, her face deathly pale as she clutched a wet, ash-covered piece of silk against her chest."Look at her," Selene hissed under her breath, her fingers tightening around the heavy binoculars until her knuckles turned white. "Look at that pathetic,
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