The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass breaks before you notice the sound. It is a high, thin shriek that hangs in the air, suspended like a ghost. You are standing in the market square. The cobblestones are wet from the night rain. The smell of damp wool and woodsmoke is thick. You hold the shards in your hand. They cut your palm. You do not feel the pain. You only feel the cold. This is your shop. Or it was. The sign...

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