The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bread had been rising for three days in the stone cellar beneath the keep, and the air within it had grown thick with the sweet, heavy rot of yeast that had turned against itself, a pungent and cloying stench that seeped up through the cracks in the flagstones and into the marrow of the bones of the man who stood watch over the oven, a man whose name was Elias Thorne and who wore the...

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