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Wandering Stars Deceive

They’re not his.

Cool to the touch. Heavy in the palm. Gold. Elegant.

But not his.

My father doesn’t wear gold. He’s never owned anything gold. His cufflinks, his tie pins—silver.

His watch? Titanium. Leather straps. Clean lines. Nothing like these.

What’s that—Latin? On anything of his? No way.

Quick Google search—takes ages on the ancient bastard.

Wandering Lights Deceive.

Yeah? Don’t they just. Don’t I know everything about that.

The diamond—custom cut. Stunning workmanship.

Sharp around the edges.

Old money sharp.

And the shape. The exact shape of just this star.

Where have I seen that before?

But I know where.

I know exactly where.

Of course I do.