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... m abandon me as the chill night air took its place. My assimilated physique–crossed with that of part-phoenix–shrugged off the cold as if it wasn’t there. And a deeper part of myself felt a flow of warmth from somewhere else.
Renea Shorn stood by the balcony railing, her delicate pale hands resting on the balustrade. The full moon smiled down on her, casting a shimmering silver light over her almost petite form. Her midnight black dress drank in that silver greedily, the lines and furls ...
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