The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass bell hung in the air, unattached to any wire. It did not swing. It did not ring. It simply was, a perfect sphere of pale, cloudy silica suspended above the floor of the library. Elara stared at it. Her breath hitched in her throat, a small, sharp sound in the vast, silent room. The dust motes danced in the slanted light of the high windows, thick as snowfall. The library was not a...

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