The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The feast was a riot of tallow smoke and roasted boar, the air in the great hall so thick with the scent of fat and spice that it felt like breathing in heavy wool. Aldous sat at the high table, his hands stained with the dye of his trade, the indigo deep in the creases of his knuckles, a mark that no amount of scrubbing with lye seemed to wash away. He was a man who dealt in color, in the...

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