The Distant Cartograph
The banquet hall of the Vane estate was not built for celebration, but for containment, and on the night of the solstice, it hummed with a low, subterranean vibration that Elara felt in her teeth before she heard it in her ears. She stood at the long table, her hands steady as she pinned the silk lining of the wedding gown, the fabric a pale, bruised violet that seemed to drink the light from...
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