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... It shimmered with impossible light, violet and white and black all at once, twisting the stars around it, pulling the night into its throat like a greedy god. Snow blew sideways. The wind screamed. And from the pulsing mouth of the rift, the Perfected Heir stepped into the world.
He was tall. Inhumanly so. Clad in armor like obsidian veined with red light. His skin shimmered like cooled metal. His hair was jet-black, slicked back and windless despite the storm. But what struck Seraphine ...
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