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Chapter 93: The Dance of the Rivals
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2026-01-21 09:02:40The second half of the gala was a theater of unspoken challenges. Silas had returned to the hall, unable to stay away, but he remained near the perimeter, a dark silhouette against the glowing walls. He watched as Julian of the Arctic continued to dominate Lyra’s time, guiding her through the intricate Northern folk dances with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.
The air in the hall grew heavy. It wasn't the scent of jasmine this time; it was the sharp, metallic tang of two Alph
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