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... central Warsaw, reflecting the gray autumn sky. It screamed money, algorithm, power.
I stood across the street, watching people in smart casual wear flow in and out.
My own clothes didn’t scream. They whispered. A dark, wool blend coat. Black jeans that cost more than my old monthly rent. Boots that were unscuffed. I looked like a rich student, or a nepotism hire. Not a 16-year-old secret emperor.
Perfect.
I’d transferred five thousand dollars to a high-street ac ...
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