The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The stone did not sleep. It only waited. Elara stood in the center of the Guild Hall, her feet bare on the cold limestone. The air smelled of damp mortar and old blood. She was small. Too small for the shadows that pooled in the corners of the vaulted ceiling. But she was there. She had to be there. "You are late," said Master Corvin. He did not look up from his ledger. The quill scratched...

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