The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude wept with condensation, a cold sweat that smelled of wet wool and old blood. Elias sat in the corner of the scriptorium, his knees drawn up to his chest, the shard of silver-glass trembling in his fingers. It was a jagged piece of the great hall mirror, broken three days ago when the first volley of arrows struck the east window. He held it up, angling...

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