The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The seal broke with a sound like a bone snapping under ice. It was not a clean fracture, but a jagged, weeping tear in the parchment that had guarded the chamber for three hundred years, and the smell of old blood and wet earth rushed out to meet us, thick and cloying in the stagnant air of the vault. I stood before the master, Lord Ashworth, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the...

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