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... lot out the sun. They shimmered under the noonday light—an opulent blend of green marble and sunlit bronze, inscribed with a thousand names of ancient bloodlines now long forgotten. Atlas stood just beyond the threshold, the wind teasing strands of his golden-blond illusion hair, the glamour spell Claire’s assistant had cast settling like a second skin. He could feel its weight—not physical, but psychological—like a lie worn over his real self.
His hand curled tighter around the Council ...
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