The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream did not wake him; rather, the waking world seemed to recede into a fog of grey wool, leaving only the sharp, metallic taste of iron and the scent of damp moss clinging to the air. He stood in a courtyard that should not have existed, a place where the geometry of the world had softened, where the stones breathed with a slow, rhythmic pulse that matched his own heartbeat. This was not...

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