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... ed wind catching her coat. The scent of charred stone and burnt magic hung heavy in the air, clinging to the ruins like a curse. Before her stood what remained of the once-beautiful Maison Blanche—a proud testament to her family’s legacy, now reduced to scorched timbers and smoking rubble.
What had once been a marble foyer, with gilded staircases and enchanted chandeliers, was now an open grave of architecture. The white stone exterior was blackened, the elegant balconies broken. Furnitu ...
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