The Pale Shadows
The ink on the parchment was still wet, a dark, viscous stain that Elara’s thumb smeared into the grain of the table as she pressed it flat, the motion deliberate and heavy, anchoring her to the physical world while the air in the high, cold chamber of the Chancellery hummed with the low, static thrum of a thousand minds. She looked up, her eyes fixed not on the Chancellor, but on the polished...
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