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“Close your eyes,” Elara instructed. “I have something for you.”
I gave her a skeptical look, but did as she asked, shutting my eyes and holding out my hands. The soft rustle of fabric filled the air, followed by the weight of something substantial being placed in my palms.
“Okay, you can look now,” Elara said.
I opened my eyes to find myself holding what appeared to be a folded dress, vibrant and colorful—a stark contrast to the dusty mansion around us. I shook it out, letting the fabric cascade down in a waterfall of deep blues, purples, and splashes of silver that caught the morning light streaming through the window.
“What is this?” I asked, trailing my fingers over the material. It appeared to be handmade and lovingly embroidered with flowing designs depicti
