The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in the Hollow did not fall; it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old bone, pressing against the shutters of the inn where Aldous Vane sat hunched over a table of cold porridge. His left hand, the one that had once held the sword of the High Court and the other that had held the ledger of the King’s debts, rested on the wood, fingers curled around a thin,...

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