The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mist clung to the valley floor with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a physical weight, a damp wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the stone cottages and the low-hanging branches of the ancient oaks. It was the kind of morning that swallowed sound, muffling the clatter of hooves on the cobbled lane and the distant, rhythmic hammering of the blacksmith’s anvil...

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