The Faded Photograph

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The ballroom hummed with a low, electric vibration that Peter felt in his teeth. It was a sound not of music, but of presence. The air smelled of expensive perfume and ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the warmth of the crowd. Peter stood near the edge of the floor, his back against the cold marble of a pillar. He watched the shadows move. They did not dance. They swirled. They...

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