The Faded Apartment
The candle flame in the private chamber of the royal palace flickered with a sickly, erratic pulse, casting long, dancing shadows against the tapestries that had hung in the same place since the reign of Elias’s father, a visual echo of the trembling hands that now held the cracked porcelain cup. Elias, the Master of Ceremonies, a man whose spine had been bent by thirty years of invisible labor...
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