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... e made no attempt to conceal what she was.
Her white hair, wild and untamed, cascaded down her back like fallen snow over obsidian cliffs, gleaming under the warped light of the hallway.
No enchantment dulled her presence. No illusion masked the truth. Her draconic horns curled back from her temples, bone-black and ridged with ancient runes—she didn't hide them today—symbols that throbbed faintly, not with magic, but with the memory of extinction itself. Her dress was ruthless el ...
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