The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was not a road at all, but a scar of mud and gravel that wept under the weight of the November rain. You walked with your head low, the damp wool of your cloak clinging to your shoulders like a second, heavier skin. In your hands, wrapped in oilcloth that had long since lost its luster, you carried the object. It was a silver chalice, its surface tarnished to...

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