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... anquil narrative.
Ivan apologized to Annan with an expressionless face.
His pale ice-blue pupils were lifeless and merciless.
Yet no matter how Annan listened, it all sounded like silent wails...
Like driving a poisoned blade straight into the heart.
It was a lament that couldn’t even make a sound.
"I can’t even let you keep control over Winter’s Hand—I can only minimize the use of the scepter’s power, hoping they won’t realize that the Heart of Wi ...
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