The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The soup was thin. I saw the bottom of the bowl. It was a shallow dish of clay, chipped at the rim. The broth was the color of old rain. I looked at it. I did not eat. I looked at the man across from me. His name was Sir Julian. He was a man of the court. He wore velvet. It was black. It was old. It had seen better days. So had I. I am a steward. I serve. That is my function. I bring the food....

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