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... ss. The floor seemed to be made of solid light, and the walls… well, there were no walls. Just an opaque vastness, without shadows, where time seemed to stand still. In the center, a table of immaculate white marble gleamed, and on it rested a single teacup, steaming with the aroma of jasmine.
Uriel sat there, legs crossed, absentmindedly fiddling with her cell phone with long nails painted neon pink. Her white dress was short and tight, contrasting with the angelic style expected of an ...
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