The Faded Photograph
The hall of the Grand Assize was not a place for light, but for the heavy, suffocating weight of judgment, and it was here, beneath the vaulted stone ceiling that seemed to press down upon the shoulders of every soul present, that Elara stood, a ghost in the flesh, her hands clasped so tightly before her that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone, a testament to the terror that had long...
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