The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost did not merely settle upon the fields of Oakhaven; it invaded them, creeping into the marrow of the earth with a silence that was heavier than sound, and I, Elara Vane, stood in the center of my workshop, the air thick with the scent of resin and the metallic tang of fear, holding in my hands the shattered remains of the glass heart that had once held the breath of the village. It was...

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