The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The snow fell in thick, grey curtains against the frosted glass of the outpost, blurring the line between the white expanse outside and the dim, amber glow of the lanterns inside. I stood with my back to the door, the weight of my rifle against my shoulder feeling less like a tool and more like a second spine. My name was Silas, and I had served the King’s Peace for thirty years, a span of time...

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