The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the Hall of Records smelled of damp stone, dried lavender, and the metallic tang of old blood. It was not a smell that invited comfort; it was the scent of things buried, of secrets kept under heavy lids, and of the slow, grinding weight of time pressing down on the shoulders of those who served it. Elara stood in the center of the circular room, her hands trembling not from cold,...

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