The Wistful Cipher
You stand in the hall. The floor is cold. It is marble. It is ancient. You wear the blue dress. It is yours. It is not yours. You feel the weight of it. It is heavy. It is light. It is everything. It is nothing. The palace breathes. It does not have lungs. It has walls. The walls listen. They know your name. They know your silence. You are Eleanor. You are the daughter. You are the shadow. You...
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