The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The shield held for three seconds, a pale disc of hammered bronze that caught the torchlight and threw it back as a blinding, mocking sun. Then it shattered. Not with the dull thud of wood giving way, but with the high, singing crack of metal exceeding its limit, splitting into three jagged shards that skittered across the flagstones of the Great Hall. Thomas Bradshaw did not flinch. He stood...

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