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The expected ones were there: a sharp singlet at 2.1 ppm for a methyl group, a muddy multiplet around 7.3 for an aromatic ring. But her eye snagged on a triplet at 6.8 ppm. Too far downfield. Too clean. topspin bruker

She had found the ghost.

Outside, the city slept. But in the mausoleum, one woman and her Topspin Bruker had just brought a new secret into the light. A wave of pure, quiet elation washed over her