The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The city of Aethelgard did not sleep; it merely held its breath, a vast, stone ribcage expanding and contracting with the slow, tectonic rhythm of centuries. You stood in the center of the market square, the cobblestones slick with rain that had fallen for three days, the air thick enough to chew, heavy with the scent of wet wool, rotting cabbage, and the metallic tang of fear. You were the...

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