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... Vane like a wake. As he led Isole off the polished marble, the music transitioned from the sweeping Imperial Waltz into a faster, more aggressive tempo. The biting frost left behind by the Absolute Zero had evaporated, but the social atmosphere remained freezing. Vane could feel the collective gaze of the Silver Wood elders burning into the back of his neck. It was a sharp, green-tinted resentment that felt like a physical weight. He did not turn around to acknowledge them.
He steered I ...
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