The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The tower stood in the center of the valley, a column of grey stone rising from the mud like a broken tooth. It was old. Older than the village. Older than the names they gave to the fields. The stones were worn smooth by centuries of wind and rain. They did not look strong. They looked tired. Elias stood at the base. He wore the armor of the King’s Guard. It was heavy. It dug into his...

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