The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the line between the moor and the sky, turning the world into a single, weeping breath of wet wool and rot. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the mud that had once been grass, watching the last of the herds disappear into the mist below, their hooves striking a rhythm against the...

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