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... trated.
Watching masked nobles twirl beneath enchanted chandeliers, laughing into jeweled goblets while unaware they’re dancing inside a trap—my trap—has a way of making you feel both like a god and a very well-dressed spider.
"Is this what decadence feels like?" Elian purred beside me, adorned in black lace, his mask shaped like a raven’s beak, sharp and gleaming.
I sipped my wine, letting the illusion magic hum beneath my skin. "If it isn’t, then I’ve been wasting a lot ...
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