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... the Vaise family stretched silent beneath the weight of moonlight, its many towers casting jagged shadows like the ribs of a sleeping beast.
Somewhere deep inside, in a chamber veiled with runic silencing scripts and a thin trace of cold incense, sat Zephyr.
He didn’t move. Not even a twitch.
His silver robes were immaculate. His eyes—cold and dark violet—remained fixed on the figure kneeling before him.
The subordinate’s breath caught in his throat, sweat trailin ...
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