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In the pitch darkness of her suite on the Tenth Floor, Albedo sat on the floor, twisting the frilled hem of her alabaster dress with a gloved hand.
Utterly preposterous!
The will of the Supreme Beings? Was that truly to be her hateful fate?
She cursed the names of the creators who had abandoned them: a mantra that she had repeated times beyond counting. Who in their right mind would accede to the wishes of such detestable beings? Shouldn’t all memory and respect for t ...
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