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... ver the gilded armrest of the chair.
The room glowed with soft yellow light cast from braziers mounted on the walls, each flame fed by controlled streams of mana. It was meant to create warmth, comfort, and a sense of intimacy, but all she felt was stifled.
’Another day of this inhumanity. Shall the Council of Weather ever heed my pleas?’
Her gown shimmered like liquid silver in the firelight, woven with threads so fine they almost vanished when she shifted. The artisans ...
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