The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

"Stay back," you whisper. The air tastes of iron and old stone. You are standing in the center of the Great Hall, a space that should not exist in this world, yet here it is, vast and cold, lit by torches that burn with a blue, silent flame. Your sword is drawn. The steel sings a low note, a vibration you feel in your teeth. "You are late, Thomas," says the figure across the room. It is Sir...

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