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... med higher and higher until Dean’s neck started to ache from looking up. The doors were immense, gilded in a way that felt... historic. Heavy. Like the building carried centuries the way some men carried scars.
Beyond the glass, Dean caught glimpses of terraces and balconies, of carved stone lions half-buried in snow, and of lamps mounted on ornate posts that looked like they belonged in a museum. The air outside was clean and cold, and everything about the place screamed "imperial," eve ...
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