The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The steel was cold against my palm as I polished the rim of the shield, the brine of the harbor air already stiffening the sweat on my neck. It was a fine Tuesday for labor, the wind coming off the grey water at a steady pace that kept the flies from the meat hanging in the galley, and I wanted the metal bright enough to catch the light of the High Commander’s hall before the midday bell. My...

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