The Pale Dance
The stone shattered not with a crack, but with a sigh, a long, exhalatory groan that tore through the silence of the cathedral nave and sent a dusting of ancient, grey powder drifting down like the snows of a winter that had never quite ended. I stood in the center of the nave, my sword still raised, my hand trembling not from the exertion of the strike but from the sudden, terrifying...
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