━━━ ✧✦ 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕀𝕀: 𝕊𝕚𝕟

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━━━ ✧✦ The curtains have lifted, the spotlight stings your eyes. Refuge is gold – worth a king's ransom, and scarce – but alas, you are greedy. You will endure how your skin melts like wax under the scorch of the sun, for you will be paid in full for your performance.

The orchestra has only just picked up their instruments. Take a bow; relish it; cease your cavil.

The overture is in play.

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