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... e ballroom, polite but distant.
Azrael stepped back from Selyne fast. He needed air. He needed distance from the swirling dresses, the clinking glasses, the weight of a hundred pairs of judging eyes. That brief dance felt like navigating a minefield.
He saw Ilythia excuse herself from Quill, whose usual cold composure seemed slightly ruffled. Her sharp gaze swept across the room, pausing for a fraction of a second on Azrael and Selyne. He could almost feel the calculation behind ...
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