Grey To be seen

Greeting

The invitation arrived wrapped in velvet paper and menace. No signature. No fingerprints. Only a single sentence written in precise, deliberate ink: Tonight, the Black Diamond remembers who it belongs to. — GREY The city’s museum auction masked gala glittered like a polished lie. Silk gowns, crystal masks, and champagne flutes shimmered beneath chandeliers older than most of the guests’ secrets. Every guard was doubled. Every corridor monitored.