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Snowflakes whirled and danced in the sky, blanketing the ground in a cloak of silvery white, a uniform brilliance.
The cold wind howled, while inside the fortress, it was bustling with activity.
Glimmering crystal chandeliers, wall-mounted night pearls of considerable value, and antique vases worth millions, everywhere one looked was the epitome of opulence.
Today is the sole heir of the Sophallo family, Black Jack Sophallo's ninth birthday party, with Y Country's high society all on the guest list.
At such parties, men networked and talked business, women compared beauty and gossiped—it had become the norm.
The young Black Jack had long seen through all of this and was tired of these parties, especially with the many children his age, particularly girls, surrounding him.
