The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring; it groaned. It was a sound that seemed to tear from the iron throat of the tower, a jagged, metallic shriek that sliced through the morning fog and settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood on the precipice of the scaffolding, his fingers wrapped around a length of rope that felt slick with the condensation of a world that was beginning to...

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