The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the chapel was thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, a smell that clung to the back of Warden Silas’s throat like a foreign tongue. He stood in the shadows of the nave, his hands bound behind his back with ropes that bit into the raw skin of his wrists, watching the monks move through their evening prayers. The chanting was a low, rhythmic drone, a vibration that seemed...

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