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The Secret Art Sales.

Author: Pr3shy V.
last update publish date: 2026-07-28 07:18:10

~ Ivy Monroe ~

The dark wooden floor of the guest house cottage felt cool under my bare feet. A warm morning breeze drifted through the wide, curtainless window, carrying the smell of cut grass from the Knight Manor gardens.

I sat at the small round dining table with my laptop open. On the screen was the homepage of a major online art marketplace. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, shaking so hard I had to press my hands flat against the wooden edge of the table to steady them.

In my lap lay
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