The Pale Dance
Act I The coast of the Basque country in the Copper Age was a place of heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic clatter of stone against stone and the distant, wet hiss of the sea against the cliff face. In the border town of San Juan, where the wind carried the salt and the smell of wet wool, the people went about their work with the grim efficiency of those who knew that the harvest had...
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