The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in the courtyard of Ashworth Hall did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain of mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Sir Aldric stood beneath the eaves of the portico, his armor polished to a dull gleam, waiting for the royal envoy who was to inspect the family seal. He was thirty-two years old, a man who had spent two decades sharpening his sword and his conscience, yet...

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