The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hall was thick with the smell of roasted garlic and old beeswax, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a secret. Elias Vane stood in the center of the room, his hands moving with the fluid, unconscious grace of a man who had spent forty years shaping clay into vessels. Around him, the feast raged. Voices rose and fell in the cadence of a tide, the clatter of silverware on...

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