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... ded the room. She was tall, unmistakably so, with an aristocratic posture that made her presence feel carved from ice and moonlight. Silver-white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk, each strand immaculate, as if the wind itself wouldn't dare touch her without permission.
Her eyes—icy blue—didn't just look at me. They dissected. Cool, clinical, assessing. Where Cassandra was all molten curves and warmth, this woman was the opposite: precision and chill elegance, like she ...
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