The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Act I The Alentejo coast was a grey line of rusted hulls and wet sand, the air heavy with the smell of iodine and diesel. We were a colony of drifters, living in the shadow of the old charter, breathing on subscriptions that cost more than our labor earned. I am Henrique Almeida, a guard on the archive ships, tasked with keeping the doors shut against the tide of forgetting. My father, the King...

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