The Pale Dance

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2026-08-21 19:16:57 -

The Pale Dance

The spear tip catches the light, a sliver of moonfire against the dark, and you feel the weight of it in your hands, a heavy, cold anchor that holds you to the earth while the world above you spins and shatters. You are not supposed to be here, not in the thick of the vanguard, where the mud is black and slick with the blood of the fallen, yet your feet know the rhythm of the charge, a drumbeat...

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