The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mist rises off the river like a breath held too long, swallowing the cobblestones of the bridge where you stand, your hand resting on the hilt of the longsword that has become less a weapon and more a prosthetic limb, an extension of the bone and sinew that defines your existence in this grey, stone-walled kingdom. You are the Warden of the North Gate, a title that sounds like a promise of...

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