The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

In the dream, the castle did not stand upon a hill, but upon a sea of broken glass. The glass was pale, the color of old milk, and it stretched out in every direction, reflecting a sky that was the same shade. Edric stood at the edge of this frozen expanse, holding a single pane in his hands. It was large, jagged at the edges, and heavy with a weight that had nothing to do with mass. He...

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