The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud clung to my boots like a second skin. I wiped it on the hem of my coat, a gesture of futile cleanliness. The rain had stopped, but the air in Millhaven remained heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and old grief. I stood before the door of the Archive, my hand trembling on the iron knob. Inside, the silence was not empty. It was full. It was the silence of held breath, of...

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