The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The sky did not break; it bled, a slow, viscous ooze of crimson that soaked into the fabric of the clouds until the horizon looked less like an edge and more like a wound that had been cauterized too quickly, leaving behind a scar of ash and silence. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the courtyard, his armor dented and slick with the rain that had turned to snow in the air, his hands...

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