The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The bird was a sparrow. Small. Brown. Broken. Elara held it in her palm. The cage was open. The wire had snapped. Not cut. Snapped. As if the metal had grown tired of holding weight. She looked up. The room was vast. High ceilings. Dust motes dancing in the shafts of light that cut through the tall windows. The floor was marble. Cold. Hard. It did not care if she bled on it. Her father stood by...

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