The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron cage hung from the rafters of the chapel, a skeletal constellation of rusted bars that did not sway in the wind, for there was no wind inside the stone throat of the abbey, only the heavy, suffocating silence of a place where prayers had long since curdled into dust. Margaret stood before it, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned the color of old bone, and she watched the...

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