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... e silver-reinforced bubble, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. Ophelia sat on a cushioned bench conjured by Primrose, wrapped in a warm blanket. She looked incredibly small.
For a legend who had supposedly stolen the ocean and defied an Empire, she didn’t look terrifying. She looked like a girl in her early twenties, with pale skin that hadn’t seen the sun in a millennium and white hair that floated around her like a halo.
She was currently staring at Rur ...
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