The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gate groaned, a low, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones as you pushed it open. The air inside the estate was thick, heavy with the scent of wet stone and decaying leaves, a smell that had become as familiar to you as the ache in your joints. You were not supposed to be here. You were an exile, a man who had left his country, his name, and his past behind...

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