The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, cold sheet of grey that turned the cobblestones of the manor’s courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky, and inside the stone walls of the house, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the sharp, medicinal bite of the tincture that sat on the table in the center of the room, a small glass vial filled with a liquid...

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