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If Not In Your Arms

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If Not In Your Arms

The mist was

neither hot nor cold. It was as narcotic-tepid as the Keep at first; her bare feet went almost numb, which was a blessed relief. The Diadem turned supple in her hand, metal stretching like taffy.

Then it slithered, horri...

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