The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The silver dagger floats in a void of absolute, silent black, its hilt wrapped in a frost that does not melt but grows, a white lace spreading across the steel like a slow, cold disease, and you wake with the taste of ice in your mouth and the distinct, terrifying sensation that your own blood is running thick and sluggish in your veins. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, Captain of...

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