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... steps slow and heavy with exhaustion. The bitter cold of Dreadfang Mountain clung to them like a second skin, but what truly froze their blood was the sight before them.
Roxanne Borgia was still sitting at her war house like a dark deity descended to the mortal plane. Her form is wreathed in a dangerous, almost unholy presence. Massive black horns curved from her head, their jagged edges glinting faintly in the firelight.
Her crimson eyes burned with a depth of rage and power so ...
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