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... n still lingered faintly in the halls, but it was full with tenses.
There was no joy in the gilded halls, no warmth in the radiant chandeliers.
The only thought that was on Melira’s mind was nothing but burning vengeance.
After hours of the supposed celebration’s had end, she began a continent-wide investigation that stretched into every shadowed corner of the land.
Her agents moved with the precision of assassins and the relentlessness of storms.
Hidden r ...
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