The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The air in the Hall of Whispers was thin and tasted of iron. Elara stood before the Great Mirror. It was not glass. It was a sheet of polished obsidian, stretched tight over a frame of bone. It did not reflect her face. It reflected her spine. In the mirror, her back was a cage of white ribs, exposed and trembling. There was no skin. No muscle. Only the architecture of her being. The ribs were...

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