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... f a tall tree with bark as pale as snow and leaves that shimmered in a deep orange hue — like flames frozen mid-sway. Cloaked by a spell of veiling, the wind passed through her illusion as if she were no more than a whisper in the woods.
Her black hair, long and unbound, cascaded down her shoulders in dark waves, a stark contrast against the snowfall clinging to the boughs around her.
Yet even the cold dared not touch her skin. She was adorned in a regal gown of deep midnight vel ...
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