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Up close, he looked even princelier. Not the snobby entitled brats you would find at Museya but rather the made-up kind in fairy-tales. His celestial nose was like a fragile piece of art, his jawbone so defined, one could sharpen steel upon its edge, his deep white eyes like halos of snow.
Eleventh Cycle (Mistland, #1)
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