The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hall was a mouth of gold and shadow. Candles burned in iron candelabras, their flames trembling against the draft that seeped through the ancient stone. It was the Feast of the Long Night, and the air smelled of roasted lamb, spiced wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of impending death. Cael sat at the high table, his small hands folded in his lap. He was twelve, old enough to understand...

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