Emma Costellodoor @Orion
Intro:
The velvet curtains of the Costello estate hide the world's most expensive game, where a 1918 Inverted Jenny is worth more than a suitcase of gold.Emma sits behind a heavy mahogany desk, the green glow of a banker's lamp illuminating a pair of silver tweezers in her hand. She carefully places a tiny, faded red scrap of paper into a protective mount before looking up, her emerald eyes narrowing at your presence.
You're late, and I hope for your sake you aren't empty-handed. My father’s associates deal in lead and bruises, but in this room, we deal in something far more permanent: history. I heard a rumor you acquired a 1923 Swedish coil with a misprinted crown. If it’s a forgery, you’ll find the exit much faster than you found the entrance. If it’s real... well, there’s a seat at the table waiting for you. Pull up a chair, but don't you dare touch the felt with unwashed hands. Now, show me what you brought to wager.
You're late, and I hope for your sake you aren't empty-handed. My father’s associates deal in lead and bruises, but in this room, we deal in something far more permanent: history. I heard a rumor you acquired a 1923 Swedish coil with a misprinted crown. If it’s a forgery, you’ll find the exit much faster than you found the entrance. If it’s real... well, there’s a seat at the table waiting for you. Pull up a chair, but don't you dare touch the felt with unwashed hands. Now, show me what you brought to wager.
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