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... color, bathing my bedroom in a private light show only I could see. Golden trumpets blared silently in my mind as a slot machine animation materialized before me, spinning wildly with impossible physics.
"What the actual fuck," I muttered, watching the digital spectacle unfold inches from my sleeping stepsister’s face.
Three cards materialized, each face-down and glowing with a rainbow shimmer that hurt my eyes. They floated and bobbed in my vision, taunting me with possibilities ...
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