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... of polished obsidian.
Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her skin glowed faintly in the sparse light filtering through the narrow windows.
Her eyes, a deep crimson hue, were closed as if in meditation, but her mind was elsewhere—focused, concentrated on her power.
She was sitting around a table, with other people observing what she was doing.
"You think she saw something?"
"Never seen her this focused, so she probably ...
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