The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell did not ring. It groaned. A low, tectonic sound that rose from the floorboards of the tavern, shaking dust from the rafters and rattling the shutters against the windowpanes. Outside, the snow fell in thick, white sheets, sealing the village of Blackwood in a silence so profound it felt like pressure. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool, stale beer, and the metallic...

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