The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You are standing in the center of the great hall, and the air is thick with the scent of wet stone and ancient, stagnant incense, a heaviness that presses against your lungs like a physical weight, a suffocating blanket woven from the threads of centuries past. The candles do not flicker; they burn with a steady, unwavering white light that casts no shadows, a harsh and absolute illumination...

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