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... t palace, flinging bits of ice against the pane. It was a marvel that the glass hadn’t frozen completely. Each day, it seemed to grow colder, and though Feyre wished it was her imagination, the temperature readings from their devices proved it to be true.
"Our home is becoming more uninhabitable by the day," Kallias said from his seat at the table, drumming his pale fingers against polished wood.
They were all situated in the Palace’s dining room.
Almost all.
Feyr ...
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