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Inside the ornate halls of the Grayson estate, the Old Madam Grayson—a woman as sharp-witted as she was wealthy—had invited her inner circle of "old sisters" for a game of Mahjong. After several rounds, she was cleaning house, her laughter echoing through the room.

"Oh, my! I have to say, Master Tyson's prediction was spot on," the Old Madam chirped, stacking her winning tiles