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... —cold as frost, impeccably clean, and profoundly silent. She believed no love could take root amid devastation, and no hope could rise from the smoldering ashes of prayers scorched by a merciless sky.
She arranged her kingdom like a meticulously stacked pile of rubble: precise, logical, and unyielding. Her smile was measured, a fragile mask, while her gaze was sharpened and tempered by the cruel hand of fate. But even the most impenetrable fortress bears cracks. It was through these narr ...
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