The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating scent of lavender and wet stone, a fragrance that Elara had not smelled since the last winter before the King’s illness, and in that scent she was not the twelve-year-old daughter of the Duke of Valois, but an old woman whose joints had turned to rusted iron, standing in the vast, candlelit throne room of her father’s court,...

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