Nineteen

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“This is from 8 decades and 3 years ago, from one of my travels to Europe. I think this would now cost a thousand euros, but I can’t be too sure,” Dorian said, pointing at one of the encased jewelry. When I had asked him for a tour, this wasn’t what I had in mind. I was planning on getting to know more about Clara or the people in the city back in the day. Instead, I was shown countless artifacts and jewelries from royalties, travelers, and locals of the places he had been to. It was my fault, really, that I didn’t specify. And when Dorian started showing me around, and talking so enthusiastically, I didn’t have the heart to stop him. “Wow,” I said, not so much because I was impressed—since I also had a few valuables older than the mansion in my safe house—but more of how Dorian looked li

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