The Pale Shadows
The great hall of the Palace of Winds was a cavern of polished obsidian and suspended light, where the air hung thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lavender, a perfume so heavy it seemed to coat the tongue in a sweet, metallic film that tasted of ancient stars and forgotten promises. We sat amidst a sea of silk and steel, the court of the Silver Sovereign arranged in concentric circles of...
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