"There's this," Phenelope said, pulling out a set of clothes that were closer to what Grane had in mind. They weren't pure black, but a deep charcoal gray, so dark it was nearly indistinguishable from black. The material was rich, a blend of smooth, flowing fabric and something that caught the light in strange ways—subtle, elegant, but not overly ornate. It was dark enough to suit his needs, and practical enough for someone who didn't belong in this realm.
