The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The clay bowl shattered against the table, the sound cracking through the Midwinter Feast like a bone breaking. I sat at the far end of the long oak bench, the taste of ash and stale ale heavy on my tongue, while the village of Oakhaven watched me with eyes that had turned to flint. The Hollow Hum began then, a low vibration in my molars that grew until it was a roar in my skull, drowning out...

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