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... ere, rising from the valley floor like a dream carved from winter itself... the heart of winter.
Caelen reined his horse to a halt on the crest of the final hill, and for a moment, he simply stared.
The capital of Nevareth.
Magnificent. Terrible. Beautiful in the way that dangerous things are beautiful... all sharp edges and cold light and the promise of something that could either save you or destroy you.
The palace itself dominated the skyline, its ice-carved sp ...
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