The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hall of the Magistrate’s estate smelled of roasted quail and dried lavender, a scent that hung heavy in the air like a shroud. It was the night of the Autumn Equinox, a time when the boundaries between the living and the dead were said to thin, but here, in the heart of the rigid bureaucracy of the Old Kingdom, the only thinning was of patience. At the center of the long oak table sat...

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