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“Right,” she said, snapping on her purple velvet gloves. “Let’s go see a ghost.”

He was her partner, a former forensic accountant with a nervous twitch and a photographic memory for numbers. He carried a briefcase chained to his wrist. “Morgana! The Uffizi Gallery called. Their prized ‘Midnight Vase’—it’s gone. Vanished from a locked, guarded room.”

“No,” Morgana said, tilting her head. “Just improbable. Isabella, replay the glitch.”

The Case of the Vanishing Vase

Morgana La Detective Genial Reparto will return in: “The Haunting of the Hacked Heirloom.”

Morgana walked to the wall behind the pedestal. She ran her fingers over the stone. It was cool, but one section was slightly warmer.

“What?” Renzo whispered.

Renzo dropped the vase. It didn’t shatter. It bounced—because it was a perfect 3D-printed replica.

“It was never sealed,” Morgana said softly. “Just hidden. The glitch wasn’t a hack, Isabella. It was a signal. Someone inside opened the secret door while the camera was down.”

Morgana was not a witch. Not technically. She was a consultant of the inexplicable . She had a mind like a steel trap and a soul that believed in logic—but she also knew that logic sometimes wore a cloak of shadows. Morgana La Detective Genial Reparto

She was their tech wizard, a goth hacker who spoke in binary and sarcasm. She didn't look up from her tablet. “Security footage shows nothing. Zero. The camera glitched for exactly 1.3 seconds. When it came back, the pedestal was empty.”

“The guard, Renzo,” Morgana said. “Where is he?”

The old man grinned. “You don’t steal the vase. You steal the room’s attention . The guard wasn’t guarding. He was eating marzipan and waiting for the signal.” “Right,” she said, snapping on her purple velvet gloves

At exactly 11:13 PM, the stone wall slid open with a whisper.