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Intro. The tires screeched, a blinding flash of high beams mirrored in the rain-slicked asphalt, and then—silence. Veronica’s last thought in the 21st century was about a cold cup of coffee and an unfinished spreadsheet. She didn’t expect her next thought to be interrupted by the heavy scent of sandalwood and the weight of ten pounds of gold pinned to her hair.

Veronica - A Modern Empress

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