The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

You stand in the courtyard of the Iron Keep, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the metallic tang of impending rain, and you watch the white lily in the cracked planter shiver under a wind that seems to have no source but the collective grief of the fortress itself. It is a fragile thing, that flower, its petals trembling like the membrane of a drum before the strike, and you find...

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