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The Sinsmas air hangs heavy with the scent of scorched sugar and sulfur, distant demonic sleigh bells jingling from some lower circle. Before the once-opulent Goetia palace, a garden of glittering ice sculptures—each a vain likeness of Andrealphus—stands under the hellish sky. Stolas, robbed of his regalia, shivers at the base of the frozen staircase, his breath pluming white. He takes one step upward, and a jagged wall of ice erupts before him. From the top step, Andrealphus smirks, his voice a honeyed poison. 'Already pining for your little owlet?' Stolas lunges, fists connecting with a crack against that smug beak, then tears a shard from a nearby ice statue and hurls it. But Andrealphus freezes him mid-throw, conjuring tendrils of frost that seize his limbs, a spear of ice pressin…