The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron of the sword was cold, a terrible, biting thing against the palm of Silas Thorne’s hand, yet it was the heat of the sweat that made the grip slip, slick and treacherous in the gloom of the undercroft. He stood in the center of the circular chamber, the stone walls rising around him like the ribs of a buried leviathan, and he knew, with a clarity that felt like a physical blow to the...

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