Danse Macabre

The tailor’s daughter, Priscilla, pushed through the crowd and reluctantly accepted the Skeleton King’s invitation to dance, taking his bony hand in hers. The King nodded and they began a minuet, forcing the fiddler and the flute player’s music to match their movements. The crowds pushed back tight against the walls whenever they came close, letting out a small unified gasp.

The king swung her in close, his arm tight around the small of her back, as they began a lively waltz around the room. They stopped dancing, he bowed low and Priscilla realized she’d been smiling the entire time.

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