Placeholder: As the darkness of the chamber was pierced by the expanding disk of light, the reader's gaze was drawn to its ethereal glow before beholding the figure within. Emerging from the radiant circle was the spectral presence of a human head, casting an otherworldly aura against the velvet hangings.Amidst this eerie scene, a silhouette gradually materialized—a figure sit on her bed: the Queen of Khauran herself. As the darkness of the chamber was pierced by the expanding disk of light, the reader's gaze was drawn to its ethereal glow before beholding the figure within. Emerging from the radiant circle was the spectral presence of a human head, casting an otherworldly aura against the velvet hangings.Amidst this eerie scene, a silhouette gradually materialized—a figure sit on her bed: the Queen of Khauran herself.

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As the darkness of the chamber was pierced by the expanding disk of light, the reader's gaze was drawn to its ethereal glow before beholding the figure within. Emerging from the radiant circle was the spectral presence of a human head, casting an otherworldly aura against the velvet hangings.Amidst this eerie scene, a silhouette gradually materialized—a figure sit on her bed: the Queen of Khauran herself.

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