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... Shadow was brittle, like thin ice over a deep, dark lake. Aria sat atop the ornate mahogany throne, her heavy black-and-gold silks cascading around her. In the monitor’s glow, she looked like a sovereign of shadows, her emerald eyes sharpened by Granny Shen’s kohl into two cutting blades of light.
She didn’t miss the way Director Spielberg wiped a bead of sweat from his temple as he looked at the handwritten addition in the script’s margin.
"Miss Vale," the Director began, his vo ...
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