The Pale Shadows
The great clock in the town square of Oakhaven did not tick so much as it breathed, a slow, rhythmic inhalation of brass and iron that seemed to suck the warmth out of the air itself, and in the shadow of its massive pendulum, Elara stood not as a woman but as a thing of glass and silence, a creature woven from the very dust that settled on the cobblestones, her form translucent and trembling...
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