The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

"You are broken," the Chancellor says. He does not shout. He does not need to. His voice is dry as old parchment. It hangs in the air of the Grand Hall. You sit. You are still. Your hands are folded in your lap. They tremble. "Broken," he repeats. The word lands. It is heavy. It is final. The Hall is vast. It is empty of people, yet full of them. You feel their eyes. They are on the walls. They...

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