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... erywhere. But it was the magical pieces that drew the eye – paintings that moved subtly, sculptures that seemed to breathe, artifacts that hummed with power.
"Your home is beautiful," Sarah said, and I could hear the genuine appreciation in her voice.
"Thank you. I’ve been collecting for years." Vivienne led us deeper into the house. "Can I offer you wine? I have a lovely Bordeaux breathing."
"That would be perfect," I said.
She poured in the kitchen – a modern sp ...
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