The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The feast was loud. Too loud. The long oak table groaned under the weight of roasted boar and heavy loaves of bread. Candles flickered in the drafty hall, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe. Elara sat at the far end. Her hands were still. They were always still. She watched the wine spill. Red as blood. Red as the inside of a vein. She wore the cloak. It was a heavy thing,...

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