The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The glass broke, not with a sharp, clean shatter, but with a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the marrow of my bones, a sound like a church bell dying in the snow. It happened on a Tuesday, in the thick of the winter, when the air in the manor was so cold it felt like breathing in sharp shards of ice. I was standing on the highest step of the gallery, my fingers white and stiff around the...

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