The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cold was not merely a temperature in the valley; it was a physical weight, a wet wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the world, pressing the breath from your lungs before you could fully take it. You stood in the center of the square, the cobblestones slick with the residue of a snow that had fallen and melted, fallen and melted again, until the ground was a mirror of grey sludge....

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