The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the antechamber was thick with the scent of lilies and old varnish, a cloying perfume that seemed to coat the back of Elara’s throat as she stood before the tall, gilded mirror, her hands trembling around the heavy, blood-stained ceremonial cloak that hung from the rack like a shed skin. She was thirty years old, a woman whose life had been narrowed to a single, obsessive devotion:...

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