The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old wax. I stood in the corner, near the shadows. The firelight caught the edges of my face. It made me look pale. Too pale. The guests laughed. They drank deep from golden goblets. Their voices were loud. They spoke of wars. They spoke of harvests. They did not look at me. I am not human. I know this. I have always known it. But I dress like them. I wear...

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