The Distant Legend
The chandelier in the Grand Hall did not flicker; it merely held its breath, a constellation of crystal and cold light suspended above the polished mahogany floor where the footfalls of the Council of Elders had ceased to echo. I stood near the base of the throne, my hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone, the silk of my gloves stretched to their limit. The...
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