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... no logical explanation for why, dressed so lightly, I don’t feel even a hint of cold in Eisengar—the land of perpetual frost.
It’s all thanks to Mirabel’s magic.
Water, cleaning, sleep pillows, hand warmers—she provides it all.
"If I become president, I will distribute one Mirabel per household."
A guaranteed election victory.
“Master, this city is so beautiful!”
Mirabel, stepping onto the snow at the entrance of the Prissian Kingdom, bounces aroun ...
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