The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost bit hard. The walls sweated. Cold water. Thick. Gray. It ran down the stone. The old hall. Stone. Heavy. Cold. Caleb stood by the hearth. Fire. Low. Dying. He watched the flames. They licked the wood. They died. He kicked the ash. It flew. Small clouds. Dust. He was a soldier. Or had been. Now he was a warden. Of what? Of the place. The house. The bones inside the walls. He did not...

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