The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink was black. The room was white. Elara stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, her hands shaking. She was an Elder. The youngest in three centuries. Her father had taught her the shapes. He had held her hand while she traced the lines in the sand. He said the marks were cages. He said the marks were keys. He never said they were scars. The King sat on the throne. He did not move. His...

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