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... oken wail that twisted through the jagged ice and shattered pillars. She knelt in the center of the throne room, her arms bound in thick chains, her white hair matted with blood and frost. Her once-bright blue eyes were dull, her body trembling as she stared up at the twisted, towering form of Martha.
"Pathetic," Martha whispered, her voice a cold, biting hiss. She raised one slender hand, and the ice beneath Aeiwou cracked and splintered, sharp, jagged shards rising like the fangs of a ...
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