The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost did not merely sit upon the stone; it invaded it, a crystalline rot that spread from the mortar into the marrow of the walls, turning the ancient fortress into a cage of ice. I stood in the center of the great hall, my boots sinking slightly into the snow that had drifted in through the shattered roof, and I could hear the breathing of the thing before me. It was not a monster of...

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