The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like dried blood. The dream had been so vivid I could still feel the weight of the armor on my shoulders, the cold bite of the winter air, and the impossible, terrifying beauty of the white stag. It was not a creature of myth, not in the way the bards in the taverns described them, with their cloying...

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