The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The sky above the city of Aethelgard did not fall; it collapsed, a catastrophic structural failure of the firmament that turned the azure into a bruised and leaking violet, spilling a rain of heavy, viscous light that smelled of ozone and old copper. I remember the exact moment the horizon shuddered, the way the air pressure dropped so violently in my chest that my ribs felt like they were...

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