It was supposed to be a routine meeting. A simple gathering of the Committee of Conundrums to discuss our plan to solve the world's most pressing problems. But things did not quite go as planned.
The room was filled with an overwhelming sense of unease, like a bad hangover that just won't quit. Our chairperson, the esteemed Professor Peculiar, was MIA, having "forgotten" to show. Our vice-chairperson, the normally composed Mrs. Muddle, was frazzled, her usually impeccable sense of style now replaced with a look of utter bewilderment.
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