The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The sound of my own teeth grinding in the dark was the only thing that kept me from screaming, a wet, grinding friction that echoed in the hollows of my skull like the grinding of millstones against the bedrock of the earth, and I lay there in the narrow cot in the corner of the grand hall, listening to the distant, muffled thunder of the banquet upstairs, where the lords and ladies of the...

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