The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron taste of blood was still thick on my tongue, a metallic curtain that seemed to blur the edges of the world as I drove the pike through the rotting wood of the city gate, feeling the ancient grain shudder and split beneath the weight of my desperate, heaving shoulders. We were the Keepers of the Outer Wall, a regiment of men bound by oaths older than the stone we guarded, and in that...

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