The Oily Threads of Fortune
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A student's dream of wealth curdles into a nightmare of silken puppetry. Feel the slick caress of ambition turned monstrous, where every lucky break is a knot tightening around Reppy's throat. Is it fortune, or a slow, suffocating dance with destiny's most unsettling tailor? Dive into a world where the whispers of success are laced with the stench of something rotten, and the grandest illusions are spun from the darkest, most clinging threads.
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