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... led like expensive perfume, old wood, and generational wealth. He blinked open his eyes and immediately wished he hadn’t.
The ceiling wasn’t just a ceiling. It was a fresco. Angels, clouds, gold leaf—it looked like the Sistine Chapel threw up in a master bedroom. He sat up, the silk sheets sliding off him like water. The walls were lined with portraits of stern-looking men in wigs, and every piece of furniture was gilded. It was gaudy. It was excessive. It was ridiculous.
He turn ...
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