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The memory was a jagged shard in Chloe Bishop’s mind. She had been so close—just seconds away from unmasking the "Phantom"—when the world went black. The blow that had knocked her unconscious hadn’t come from a ghost; it had come from one of the estate’s elite guards, a man personally vetted and frequently used by Vince the butler.

For the past forty-eight hours, Chloe had been a silent observer