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The slush melted away, and the High Priestess dropped to the floor, her feet hitting the stone with a wet slap. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath that sounded like cracking ice. She looked up at Kaelen, her face pale, veins of black crystal visible beneath her skin.

Once you confirm, I’ll produce the requested narrative.