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... all white marble, blue silks, and precisely manicured frost-gardens.
But in the days following the imperial wedding, the elegance had soured into something stagnant and rotting. The air inside the manor felt thin, vibrating with a frantic, silent tension that mirrored the state of its inhabitants.
In the west wing, Bianca Virelya had retreated into a self-imposed exile that bordered on a haunting. She had locked herself in her private chambers, refusing all but the most essentia ...
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