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... , not with the theatrical rage of nobles playing at power. He rose with the inevitability of glaciers advancing, of frost creeping across glass, of winter claiming autumn without asking permission.
The air shifted.
Dramatically. Viciously. A kind of cold that doesn’t merely chill, that whispers of flesh freezing solid, of blood crystallizing in veins, of the permanent sleep that comes when warmth abandons the body entirely.
Frost formed across the obsidian table, spreadin ...
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