The Pale Dance

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2026-08-23 18:14:59 -

The Pale Dance

The dream is always the same: a corridor of white stone stretching into a darkness that does not end, and you are walking, but your feet do not touch the ground, they just hover, trembling, while the air grows thick with the scent of rotting lilies. You wake in your narrow cell in the Abbey of St. Jude, the damp seeping into your bones, and for a moment you do not know if you are Elias or the...

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