The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost has not yet claimed the valley, but the rot has already claimed your fingers, turning the skin of your left hand into a pale, brittle ash that crumbles at the slightest pressure. You stand before the great stone oven of the mill, the heat a distant, mocking comfort against the cold that settles in your marrow, and you know with a terrifying clarity that the lease must be secured by...

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