The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The blade caught the light, then the bone. I did not think. I moved. My hands, calloused by years of gripping hilt and halter, knew the geometry of survival before my mind could name it. The wolf snapped at my throat, a wet, ragged sound, and I drove the point home. It thrashed. The blood was hot and thick, spraying across my tunic, staining the wool black. I stood in the courtyard, breathing...

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