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... could simply purchase.
It was a luxury—rare, fragile, and often far more expensive than gold itself.
Clara learned that truth long before she ever understood what childhood was meant to feel like.
From the moment her earliest memories took shape, her life had been filled with polished smiles and carefully measured words.
Conversations were never just conversations; they were negotiations disguised as pleasantries.
Ideals were worn like ornaments, displaye ...
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