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CHAPTER 33: THE GLACIAL DECREE

ผู้เขียน: B.S. Turaki
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ELARA'S POV

The Great Hall was colder than it had been during the worst hours of Killian’s siege, but this cold didn't smell of decay or burning oil. It smelled of ancient ozone, crushing ocean depths, and absolute starvation.

Malachi sat on the obsidian throne, his knuckles bone-white as his fingers dug into the carved armrests. The dark blue frost Ymir had driven into his chest had receded, but it had left behind faint, spiderweb-like scars over his heart—a physical, linge
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