The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud is thick as black blood, sucking at your boots with a wet, rhythmic pull that mirrors the hammering of your heart. You are running, or perhaps stumbling, but the distinction has blurred in the fog that chokes the valley. Around you, the air smells of iron and rotting pine, a scent that clings to the back of your throat, tasting of the old world’s decay. This is the village of Oakhaven,...

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