The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The square in San Sebastián moved with the heavy, rhythmic labor of the harvest season, a grinding of millstones and the sharp clatter of mules hauling sacks of barley toward the sealed king’s granary. The air smelled of wet pine needles and the metallic tang of fresh iron, a scent that clung to the wool of every coat in the crowd. I stood at the edge of the crowd, Lucia Montano, twelve years...

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