The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost had settled upon the windowpanes of the manor house like a fine, white lace, a delicate web that trapped the cold against the glass while the warmth of the hearth struggled to pierce the damp, ancient stone walls of the great hall. Thomas Bradshaw sat upon the edge of his bed, the heavy oak frame groaning beneath the weight of his years and the iron weight of the armor he had not yet...

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