The Distant Nightmare
The grand hall of the St. Jude’s Academy for the Gifted was not merely a room but a machine of light and sound, its chandeliers hanging like suspended galaxies above the polished oak floors where three hundred students danced. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, stale champagne, and the metallic tang of anticipation. In the center of the swirling crowd, Leo Vane stood as...
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