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... taller than a sapling, his form was both delicate and so familiar. His hair, the color of freshly fallen snow, fell down his shoulders in a curtain of soft wild waves. Each strand seemed to shimmer, catching stray sunbeams and holding them captive. It was as if moonlight itself were woven into his hair.
His eyes, the color of rubies glowing in the dim room, held a depth that seemed to defy his youthful appearance. Long, dark lashes like spiderwebs cast a delicate shadow on his cheeks. Hi ...
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