The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The banquet hall of the Citadel of Saint Aethelgard smells of roasted swan and ozone, the air thick with the sweat of three hundred souls and the heavy, cloying scent of lilies that have been left to rot in silver buckets, and you stand in the center of it all, wearing a gown of pale, translucent silk that clings to your skin like a second layer of flesh, a garment that does not merely cover...

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