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... was clearly no need for the sun.
The air pulsed with noise—drums thundering from corners of the arena, laughter echoing beneath gilded archways. Aria stood silently beside Zyren on the high platform, her hands clenched at her sides, the gentle fabric of her red dress sliding against her ribs with every breath. She felt exposed up here, like prey placed on a pedestal.
Zyren sat sprawled on a throne that could only have been carved for a god or a monster. Twisting vines of silver a ...
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