“One thousand gold sovereigns! Do I hear one thousand two hundred?” The auctioneer’s voice pierced the hall. Bids echoed. Auren Thalor stood center stage, his heart pounding. “One thousand two hundred!” a voice rang out, drawing murmurs. Auren’s violet eyes met a sharp gaze from the shadows, igniting a spark. Betrayal and capture didn’t touch his spirit. With each bid, he clung to defiance, a silent rebellion.
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