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... nith sun. Instead, a biting, crystalline wind swept down from the upper atmosphere, carrying the scent of ancient glaciers. The sky-dragons circled lower than usual, their metallic roars muffled by the heavy, mana-thick clouds that had begun to settle over the spires. The world was holding its breath.
Inside Villa 3, the silence was absolute. Vane stood before the full-length mahogany mirror in his dressing room, looking at a stranger.
The suit from the Golden Needle was a master ...
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