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... nce at that ostentatious treble clef keychain, my senses had screamed fake. The light refracted off it with a cheap, glassy uniformity, lacking the unique, chaotic fire of true gemstones. I knew Ace, with his princely coffers, wouldn’t have batted an eye at the exorbitant price, fake or not, if Ovelia had shown even a flicker of desire for it. His logic would have been infuriatingly simple: if it makes her smile, it’s worth any amount of gold.
But my attention had snagged on something el ...
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