The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream was not a dream but a rehearsal, a sterile white room where the walls breathed with a slow, rhythmic pulse, and in the center stood the chalice. It was not gold, nor was it silver, but made of a pale, translucent bone that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his hands trembling not with fear but with a terrible, vibrating anticipation....

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