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... taste of guilt that clung to the back of Atlas’s throat like smoke.
He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t breathe.
Just transformed.
The shift was second nature now—his spine straightened, his face adjusted subtly with the spell’s anchor, and his once-dark hair cascaded into a yellow veil. Eyes sharpened into a warm, yellow hue. Clothes reshaped around him, same cut as before—diplomatic, noble, unthreatening. Familiar.
Viscount Aiden walked again.
And the Emerald Pa ...
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