The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The quill had dipped nine times before the ink began to bleed. Elara counted the drops on the parchment. One for the fever. Two for the cough. Three for the rot in the teeth. The candle sputtered, throwing the shadow of the Abbot’s doorframe long and jagged across the stone floor. She did not look up. Her hands, stained black to the wrist, moved with the mechanical precision of a woman who had...

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