The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

"The vote is Thursday, Elara. I checked the agenda." Marcus did not look up from his glass of champagne. The liquid swirled, catching the chandelier light in a way that made it look like mercury. Elara stood by the heavy velvet drapes of the departmental gala hall, her hand gripping the stem of her own drink until her knuckles whitened. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and...

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