The Pale Shadows
The air in the Hall of Antiquities was thick with the scent of dust and old paper, a smell that Elara had learned to associate with silence. She stood before the Great Oak, not the living tree that had once stood in the courtyard, but the massive, polished specimen mounted on the wall, its branches spread wide like the arms of a judge. The wood was dark, almost black, and the grain swirled in...
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