The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The shop smelled of ozone and old dust. Elara woke not to the sound of rain against the windowpane, but to the weight of silence pressing against her eardrums. She lay on the cold stone floor of the workshop, her fingers still stained with the iridescent powder that made up the core of her craft. In the waking world, she was a master restorer of antique automata, a woman whose hands could coax...

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