The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron was hot. I kept my hands steady, feeling the heat radiate through the leather of my gauntlets. It was a specific kind of heat, sharp and demanding, unlike the cold damp that settled in the bones of the castle walls. I was the King’s right hand. That was the title they gave me in the court. The blade that did not waver. The shield that did not break. I had trained for this since I was a...

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