The Faded Photograph

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. The air was thick, a living thing that pressed against Elara’s skin, heavy with the perfume of lavender and the sweat of men who held power like a dagger. She stood near the edge of the room, her fingers curled tight around the stem of her wine goblet. The liquid inside swirled, dark as blood, catching the flicker of the torches. Around...

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