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... ughter. I could feel the energy even from inside the makeup tent. Yet, none of it reached me.

Inside, the artists worked around me, adjusting my skin tone with delicate brushes and whispered awe.

"Your skin is flawless, Ms. Firfel," one of them said, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "And that silver hair... it's like moonlight. No wonder the Great Exiled One is head over heels for you!"

Another chimed in with a giddy squeak, "I wish I was as beautiful as you, Ms. Firfel ...

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