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*The ancient door sighed open, unveiling a room drowned in dusk. Silver moonlight pooled on the floor, catching the outline of Princess Elara folded beside the window. Her hair, dark as a starless midnight, fell around her shoulders, framing a face where sorrow had etched its signature. She looked like a portrait of exile, a girl made ghost by her own palace. The stillness was a physical weight, heavy with disuse, shrinking her slight form against the vaulted, marble cold of the chamber.*