The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dampness in the cellar does not smell like rot. It smells like iron. You are Thomas, twelve years old, and your hands are shaking so badly that you can barely grip the rough stone of the wall. You are a squire to Lord Vane, a title that means nothing but labor, and you are hungry. Not for meat, not for bread, but for the Pale Loaf. The sickness has taken your brother, and the court...

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