The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones as they ascended the long, winding drive toward the obsidian spires of House Aethelgard, the air growing thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lavender that clung to the fog like a persistent memory. I held the iron key in my palm, its cold weight a familiar comfort, a tangible anchor against the swirling unease that had taken root in my...

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