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... first glance the Dawn Gallery looked immaculate. Where she remembered cluttered rugs, stray blossoms and the scattered tokens of a hurried vigil, now every cushion lay flat, every brazier polished, the small table wiped bare as if someone had swept memory itself into a corner.
The hush in the air had the precision of a hand that had scrubbed and smoothed away any hint of chaos. Her feet made no sound on the stone as she moved deeper, the gallery swallowing her steps like water. The pain ...
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