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Alvira, the Dystopian Phoenix queen was not seated in her mighty throne room but was rather in a massive room of relaxation located in her residence.
There she lay on a luxurious sofa with her cheek resting on her fist and her eyes focused on the door as though expectedly awaiting the moment her daughter would walk through.
Three days she had waited and every single minute of every single one of those days she had spent plotting the way forward. Even considering ...
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