The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hall smelled of beeswax and old stone. You stand in the center. The floor is cold. Your feet are bare. They have been bare for a long time. The cold has moved into your bones. It stays there. It is a familiar guest. You do not shiver. You have stopped shivering years ago. The court watches. They are silent. Their eyes are hard. They look at you like one looks at a broken tool. Something...

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