The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The hall is bright. Too bright. The chandeliers hang like frozen stars, dripping light onto the polished oak floor. You stand at the edge of the crowd, a scholar in a suit that fits too well, holding a glass of champagne that has gone warm. You are here for the symposium. For the legacy. For the man who built this world of words and theory, who is now dead, or perhaps just very old, or perhaps...

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