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... ed crowd like hunger.
Men climbed toward the auction house in a loose river of robes and cloaks, faces hidden behind veils, masks, and shadows.
Flamboyant sleeves brushed against dark hoods. Rings flashed, then vanished back into gloves.
Everyone had a reason to pretend they were someone else, and no one trusted a stranger enough to show their real name.
From the outside, the auction house looked wrong in its size. Too large. Too confident.
At a distance, ...
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