The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale ale, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the wool of Caelan’s tunic and settled deep in his lungs. It was the midwinter feast, the longest night of the year, when the village of Oakhaven gathered beneath the low, timbered roof of the mead hall to ward off the dark with firelight and noise. The air was dense, choked with the heat of a hundred...

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