JulianThe heavy oak doors of the Sterling estate opened me to a new world entirely.Stepping into the sweeping foyer was like stepping into another dimension. The air inside smelled of fresh lilies, lemon polish, and old, untouchable money. A massive crystal chandelier hung suspended from the vaulted ceiling, casting a cold, brilliant light over pristine white marble floors. I stood frozen on the threshold, rain dripping from the hem of my worn grey hoodie, pooling at the toes of my scuffed boots. In my right hand, I gripped the strap of my battered CCM hockey bag; in my left, my taped stick. They were the only things anchoring me to reality. "Leave your bags right there, Julian," Richard boomed, clapping his hands together as he shrugged off his tailored overcoat. A silent, uniformed housekeeper immediately appeared to take it from him. "The staff will bring them up to your room. I insist.""I've got it, sir," I replied, my voice flat, tightening my grip on the canvas strap. The t
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