The Gilded Auction
The air in the Hôtel Drouot was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the cold, metallic tang of desperation. Julian stood at the back of the room, his tailored tuxedo fitting him like a shroud. He was the last of the House of Valmont, a lineage that had once owned half of Provence, now reduced to a single, decaying chateau and a collection of artifacts that were more burden than...
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