The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The seal was red. It had always been red. A drop of cinnabar pressed into wax, a mark of authority older than the town itself. Elias held it in his palm, feeling the heat of the sun fade into the chill of the stone floor. The wax was cold. The weight was heavy. It was not a stone. It was a promise. He was the Keeper. The last of the Keepers. The title was a burden, a yoke of iron disguised as...

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