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The chandelier in the Oakhaven Mill Hall cast a fractured light over the three hundred guests, turning the crystal into a thousand small, cold stars. Elara Vance stood beside her husband, Thomas, her hand resting lightly on his arm, a gesture that had once meant support but now felt like a tether to a sinking ship. She wore the white silk sash of the Mill’s Purity, a symbol of the fabric’s...
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