The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The blade did not sing when it struck; it hummed, a low and resonant note that vibrated through the marrow of Sir Julian’s left hand. He stood in the center of the High Court, the stone floor cold and unyielding beneath his boots, while the air around him shimmered with the weight of ancient, unspoken laws. The man before him, Lord Valerius, did not bleed. There was no wound to speak of, only a...

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