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... he desk. Any type of silk did not cover her slender pale arms, yet her clothes resembled a young lady's from slightly retro times.
As Mistress Miriam delicately moved her slender fingers across the desk, tiny sprinkles of frost formed and danced around her fingertips, reflecting the dim light filtering through the room. Her expression was a mixture of gloom and serenity; her thoughts were weighed down by a burden unseen to others.
"It is getting worse," she murmured to herself, h ...
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