The Pale Mist
The chandelier shattered. It did not fall so much as disintegrate, a sudden explosion of crystal and dust that filled the Grand Hall with a glittering, suffocating fog. The sound was not a crash but a scream, a high-pitched shriek of breaking glass that silenced the symphony orchestra mid-note. In the silence that followed, heavier than the air itself, stood Elias. He did not flinch. He did not...
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