The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The silk was white. It was always white. I wore it to the feast. The hall was cold. The air tasted of iron and stale wine. I stood by the pillar. I watched. The King sat high. His face was a mask. Gold leaf. No eyes. Just gold. The courtiers danced. Their shoes clicked. Click. Click. Like bones breaking. I did not dance. I held the glass. My hand shook. A little. Just a tremor. "Inspector," a...

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