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... lief as my eyes adjusted to the dim, flickering light that surrounded the throne. There, seated casually with one leg draped over the other and her cheek resting against a clenched fist, was... a girl?
She looked no older than twelve—small frame, soft features, long dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her expression, though, was anything but childish. She wore the look of someone who’d been bored for centuries.
I turned toward Rodolf, arching an eyebrow.
"I thou ...
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