The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I Eleni Zafeiriou’s hands were still shaking from the dream, the white ash coating her fingertips like powdered sugar, when she reached into the pocket of her uniform and pulled out the stone seal. It was a heavy, rough-hewn piece of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a low vibration that matched the rhythm of her own pulse. She had held this seal for twenty years, ever since her...

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