The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, gray curtain that blurred the distinction between the world above and the wet cobblestones below, a mist that tasted of iron and old blood, seeping into the joints of the ancient castle walls and settling deep in the marrow of those who dwelt within. Sir Aldous Vane stood at the center of the Great Hall, his armor cold against his skin, the...

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