The Faded Frontier
The rain had stopped, but the air still held the weight of the storm. Elias sat in the corner of the grand foyer, his back against the cold marble of a pillar. He was small here, dwarfed by the chandeliers that hung like frozen stars above the polished floors. The house was vast. It was the seat of power, the place where decisions were made that shaped the world, yet it felt like a tomb. The...
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