The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Chapter One Can a hand that trembles still hold a blade steady? Sorcha Munro asked the question aloud to the whetstone, her voice rough against the damp stone walls of the barracks, the sound swallowed by the silence of the Highland Watch. She was thirty-four, a veteran of the river frontier, and her fingers, usually as sure as a hawk’s talons, shook with a fine, persistent tremor that the...

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