The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The banquet hall smells of roasted venison and cold ash, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a forgotten word. You sit at the edge of the long oak table, your fingers wrapped around a crystal goblet filled with wine that is the deep, bruised purple of a twilight sky. Around you, the guests laugh and toast, their voices a low, humming chord that vibrates in the floorboards. But...

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