The Faded Frontier
The hall was full of light. It was a cold, white light. It did not warm the stone floors. It did not soften the faces of the men in their grey suits. They sat in rows. They looked like statues. They looked like men who had forgotten how to blink. In the center stood a woman. She wore a dress of deep indigo. The fabric was heavy. It moved like water. It moved like smoke. Her name was Elara Vane....
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