The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The forge was cold, but you did not light the fire. You sat on the stone floor, your hands resting on your knees, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the high window. Three days had passed since Aldous, the Guild Master, had walked into your shop, looked at the half-finished blade you were preparing for the Duke’s tournament, and called it a peasant’s...

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