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The Snow of The Worlds
"We have a problem?" The Nascent Queen said "I did not think so." She gave Marcel a long look that said, what she could not or would not put in to words. As Marcel turned and left the room her form seemed to ripple for a moment then solidified. She could not maintain this form for much longer. She could feel her control slipping.
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