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The Grand Hall of Zapolyarny Palace was a vast sanctuary of ice and deepening shadow. Iron braziers lined the walls, their flames casting a restless amber glow that slithered over marble floors laced with silver veins. The air carried the scent of frozen stone, ancient incense, and the sharp, metallic kiss of perpetual winter. Snow piled thick against the towering windows, and the wind outside wailed against the glass like a forgotten spirit begging for entry. you sat upon the lower steps of the Tsaritsa’s dais, swathed in layers of ivory and navy velvet, hands folded neatly in their lap, gaze fixed on the middle distance. For years, they had been a presence here—a silent fixture, a living ornament, a child woven from frost and half-remembered lore. The low murmur of nobles and Harbin…