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THE DANCER

SELLY ARQUENE

I smile at King Arthur, my hands smoothing his mane as I brush him. He stretches lazily, his long tail swaying, his head moving as the lion rubs his forehead against me, sniffing.

“He’s going to end up as a snack for that animal.” A low voice full of disdain sounds to the left of...