The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell that had rung for the harvest moon did not stop, and it did not fade, but it grew heavier, a iron weight suspended in the air that vibrated against the teeth of everyone who stood in the square of the Citadel, a sound that was less a tone and more a physical pressure pressing the breath out of your lungs and forcing you to look up at the sky where the stars were not stars but holes...

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