The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The hall hummed. A low, electric thrum. It was the sound of power. It was the sound of silence. The chandeliers cast a web of light. Dust motes danced. They did not dance. They drifted. They hovered in the golden haze. They were suspended. They were trapped. Marcus stood at the edge. He held a glass. The crystal was thick. It was heavy. His hand did not tremble. It never trembled. He was a...

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