The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

"You broke the seal," said the old woman. Her voice was thin. It scraped against the air like a nail on slate. Caleb did not answer. He stood in the center of the room. The floorboards groaned under his boots. They were heavy. Iron-shod. They belonged to the Watch. The room was cold. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light from the high window. The air smelled of rot. Of wet wool. Of old...

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