The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream began with the taste of iron and ozone. Thomas sat up in the dark, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of wet wool and old paper. He did not know where he was. The walls were not the plaster of his barracks in London, nor the stone of the castle he had sworn to guard. They were made of something translucent,...

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