The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud sucked at the boot. It was thick. It was black. It tasted of iron. Elara wiped her face. Blood ran from her nose. She wiped it with a sleeve. The sleeve was already red. The city groaned around her. Stone. Smoke. Ash. The bell tower stood tall. It was white. It was clean. It watched. It did not blink. Elara gripped her sword. The hilt was slick. Her hand slipped. She caught it. Her...

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