The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fever came on a Tuesday. It was not a metaphor. It was a physical event, a structural failure in the body’s architecture. Elara stood at the center of the hall, her hands pressed against the cold stone floor. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. Around her, the circle of sisters moved in a slow, grinding rotation. They were the Keepers. They were the Law. Elara felt the heat in her chest....

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