The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink on your quill has turned the color of old bone, Gholam, and you know what that means. You hold the nib suspended above the parchment, watching the liquid tremble. It is not a dark, rich indigo, the color of truth, but a sickly, watery pale. You have lied. You do not remember when, or to whom, but the quill remembers. In the city of Kesh, the Book of Breath is not merely a text; it is a...

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