The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The autumn air in the throne room tasted of iron and cold stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood before the King. You are Elias Thorne, thirty years old, and you have come to demand what is yours: the restoration of your title as Court Poet and the immediate release of your sister, Clara, from the Blackwood Asylum. The King sits high on the dais, a mirror of...

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