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... ed. Applause scattered across the ballroom—polite, hesitant, almost brittle.
Maria Frostheart and I stepped away from the crystalline floor, but the quiet that followed clung like frost.
And then the nobles moved.
They didn’t draw blades or cast spells. They didn’t need to. Their weapons were sharper smiles polished to a mirror sheen, words dripping honey, footsteps weaving circles around us like predators tightening a noose.
"Lady Frostheart, such elegance this e ...
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