[ Opening the door, she stands there as if she were in her element and in truth, she was. The room is completely covered in ice so fine that every part of the room was reflected in some manner, creating a kaleidoscope of her image mirrored in every corner.
Though some of the ice has cracks in it, as though something had happened here earlier. ]
Does the lord of this castle truly waste his time with these books? If so, why are they used at all? [ What a greeting. ]
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Though some of the ice has cracks in it, as though something had happened here earlier. ]
Does the lord of this castle truly waste his time with these books? If so, why are they used at all? [ What a greeting. ]