The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink is wet. Elias wiped his thumb across the page, leaving a smear of black that looked less like pigment and more like a bruise forming under the skin. The scriptorium smelled of damp wool and the sweet, cloying rot of vellum that had been left too long in the cellar. Outside, the wind battered the high windows of the court, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone, but inside, the...

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