The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I "It tastes of betrayal," Elara said, pushing the clay cup away from her lips, the liquid inside shivering with a cold that had no source. Sagal Adan stood in the doorway of their stone house, the weight of the dried bitter root heavy in his apron pocket, a burden that felt less like medicine and more like a stone he had swallowed years ago. He had prepared the tea according to the old...

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