The Distant Affair
The iron cage had been in the cellar for three days. It was not a cage of bars, but of lead and glass, sealed with wax that had turned the color of old blood. Inside it, a single white lily floated in water that did not ripple, though the air in the room shivered with the breath of the living. Elara stood before it, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence that...
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