Franci
The auction started. The disembodied voice of the auctioneer, smooth and cultured, filled the silence of my office. He spoke of Echo's meteoric rise, her mysterious identity, the profound emotional depth of her work. I heard none of it. My entire world had narrowed to the image on the screen and the blinking number beside it.
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