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... by toes are freezing" way—though, admittedly, my toes were a bit chilly—but in the "I think someone’s about to faint from sheer intimidation" kind of cold.
I sat securely on Papa’s lap—very used to this spot by now—his large hand resting firmly around my middle, holding me like a precious, dangerous artifact.
We were both staring at the same unfortunate souls across from us.
Grand Duke Regis. And next to him, him—Osric Valerius Everhart. He was practically trying to fold ...
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