The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The road to the High Court of Aethelgard was not a path so much as a wound in the earth, a long, jagged scar of red clay that bled dust into the dry wind, and I walked it with my boots heavy with the memory of every mile I had ever marched, my right hand clutching the hilt of my sword so tightly that the leather wrapped in sweat had begun to rot against my palm, a slow, sweet decay that...

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