The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had stopped, leaving the air in the valley of Kaelen’s Rest thick with the scent of wet stone and the metallic tang of old iron, and you stood at the edge of the village square, your hand resting on the hilt of the sword that had been your father’s, and his father’s before him, watching the elders gather beneath the ancient oak that had stood there since the first stones were laid. The...

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