The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell tolls for the dead before they are cold. You know this. You always have. In the village of Oakhaven, time does not flow; it pools. It sits in the gutters, thick as oil, and you wade through it, looking for what is missing. You are the Warden. That is your title, though it holds no power in the court. It holds only weight in the chest. You walk the cobblestones, your boots clicking a...

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