The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The banquet hall was not built of wood or stone, but of a dense, humming silence that tasted of copper and old rain. We sat around a table that stretched into a fog so thick it erased the horizon, the air vibrating with a low-frequency thrum that we felt not in our ears, but in the marrow of our bones. I watched the hands of my mentor, Elias, moving across the tablecloth, which was woven from...

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