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... ged from the mist.
Vaelora von Iskandar walked at the front, her silver hair streaked with darker strands, the sharp ice-blue of her eyes cutting through the haze. Even here, high among the mountains, she carried herself like a commander striding across a battlefield—every step measured, her presence enough to silence the air around her. Her reputation had not been built on warmth. It had been forged on respect, cold and unyielding.
Behind her loomed Albrecht Thorne, implacable, ...
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