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... station of my will.
I stood upon the balcony of the Glacial Spire, looking out over the jagged, white expanse of my domain. In the Eternal Sky Realm, my territory was a fortress of frost, a floating continent of permafrost and diamond-hard ice that most feared to even approach. Below me, the sprawling city of Isgard hummed with the silent, rhythmic industry of a people carved from the cold.
The air was still, save for the faint, shimmering frost that drifted from my skin. I fel ...
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