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... trees stretched so high their crowns vanished into a permanent mist.
Queen Myrasyn sat cross-legged on a silk cushion embroidered with silver rootwork, her robe parted just enough to reveal the full, pale length of her legs folded beneath her. The fabric was sheer where it clung to her thighs and opaque where it mattered, though the line between the two shifted with every small movement she made.
Elven royal loungewear was designed with a philosophy that could be summarized as: ...
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