The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gate of Blackwood Asylum groaned against the rusted hinges, a sound like a bone snapping in a frozen field, as I dragged my left arm through the air to maintain balance. I was not merely walking; I was falling upward, my boots finding purchase on the slick, cobblestone path that spiraled inward toward the central tower. The fog was thick here, not the white, blinding mist of a winter...

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