The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain lashed against the stained glass of the manor window, turning the world outside into a blurred, weeping smear of gray and green. Inside, the air was still and thick, smelling of damp wool and ancient dust. Elara sat on the floor of her bedroom, her back against the heavy oak wardrobe, watching the shadows lengthen in the corner of the room. She was twelve years old, but her eyes held a...

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