The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You stand before the door. It is oak. It is old. The wood is black. It weeps sap. You hold the key. It is cold. It is iron. You do not knock. You turn. Inside, the air is thick. It tastes of dust. It tastes of blood. It tastes of old stone. You are in the Hall of Whispers. You are in the Hall of Memory. You are in the Hall of Loss. You see him. He sits in the chair. He is Thomas. He is your...

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