The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The arrow hit the mirror before it hit me. It struck the glass with a sound like a cracking knuckle, splitting the reflection of the throne room into jagged shards of light. I did not flinch. My hands were steady, though my heart was a trapped bird beating against my ribs. I stood before the shattered pane, my sword drawn, the blade dull and dark from the morning’s blood. Behind me, the King...

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