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... to the heavily perfumed inner chambers of the imperial palace.
The air was thick—cloying with too many scents, incense, and the overwhelming presence of unstable aether.
It curled like smoke around her throat, making her want to cough. But the real source of discomfort sat sprawled across a velvet-draped throne.
The Queen.
Barely upright, she was draped in shimmering silks, her crown slanted on her head as her painted lips curled into a dazed smile.
Her ey ...
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