The Pale Dance
The mirror in the master bedroom of Blackwood Manor did not reflect the room. It reflected the hallway, the one where Thomas had left his father’s coat hanging on the hook by the door. Thomas stood before the glass, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, though he had not drawn it in months. He was the new Captain of the Household Guard, a title that felt less like an honor and more like...
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