The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog did not roll in; it was there, a permanent and suffocating grey membrane that pressed against the windowpanes of the watchtower like a living thing seeking entry. We stood in the Hall of Echoes, a place that existed outside the linear flow of time, where the air tasted of ozone and old iron, and the only sound was the rhythmic, wet dragging of our boots against the polished obsidian...

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