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... ly over the edge like a fallen king clinging to a memory.
His silver-white hair, disheveled yet gleaming under the flickering torches, tumbled like starlight over one shoulder.
His skin held the pale glow of moonstone, smooth and unblemished. Eyes, a cold storm gray, stared with glassy wonder at the delicate bracelet twined between his fingers.
Even drunk, Ashen looked like royalty. A statue of fallen grace dressed in deep-black robes, his chest half exposed, rising and f ...
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