The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron bars of my wrist were not heavy, but the weight they carried was a silence that pressed against my eardrums, a hollow, ringing void where the blood of my duty had been siphoned away. I stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard, a place of stone and shadow where the light from the high windows fell in slanted, dusty shafts that illuminated the dust motes dancing...

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