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... low, unsettling rhythm that echoed off the marble walls like the tolling of bells at a funeral.
And I was the corpse.
I couldn’t look away. Not from the towering balcony above, where he sat, still, silent, unbothered. Unlike the others, he wasn’t clapping. He didn’t rise. He didn’t celebrate.
He only watched me.
The overhead lights glared, but in the gaps of shifting shadow, I caught the faintest glint of ivory again, the curve of his mask. An elegant wolf carved ...
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