The Pale Echo
The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Palace of State burned with a light so white and sterile that it seemed to bleach the color from the silk of the Chancellor’s guests, leaving only the sharp, cold geometry of their smiles and the dull, heavy weight of the gold chains around their necks. Inspector Elias Thorne stood near the base of the dais, his uniform pressed to a severity that...
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