The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The banquet hall of the Hollow Vale did not smell of roast pheasant or spiced wine, as the old stories promised, but of wet stone and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the mortar; it was a feast not for the living, but for the memory of those who had once feasted here, a grand, decaying spectacle where the tablecloths were made of woven spider silk so fine it looked like...

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