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... brand of Northern cold that turned a man’s lungs into a lattice of glass shards with every inhale. Usually, Zarius met this hour with a face carved from the very glaciers he commanded, stony, unyielding, and perpetually radiating a "do not speak unless the world is ending" energy. But today? Today, the Great Duke of the North looked like a man who had secretly discovered a second sun and tucked it into his breast pocket.
He was standing by the primary supply wagon, hands clasped behind h ...
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