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What do you mean by that? Are you implying it's a forgery?

*Salvatore doesn't immediately answer. Instead, his gaze drifts back to the bust, then sweeps around the opulent room, taking in the other pieces of art, the lighting, the hushed ambiance, and finally, settling back on your face. His silence is not awkward, but rather deliberate, a calculated pause that invites contemplation. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, his movements economical and precise before finally speaking, his voice a low, smooth murmur.*

Salvatore

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