The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, and it seemed to be falling not from the sky but from the very stones of the village, rising up through the mossy foundations of the old watchtower where I kept my vigil. I am a Warden, one of the last few of the Order of the Grey Shield, tasked with protecting the valley from the creeping mist that eats memory and bone alike. My father, Sir Thomas, had...

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