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106In the realm of frost, where whispers call, A white orb gathers, heed its thrall. A sorcerer's tool to tempests bind, A playful spell in winter's mind.
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50106In the realm of frost, where whispers call, A white orb gathers, heed its thrall. A sorcerer's tool to tempests bind, A playful spell in winter's mind.
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