The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain over the moor. It was a thick, wet thing that smelled of turned earth and old iron. It coated the stones of the high road. It clung to the hems of coats. It made the world feel small. It made the world feel heavy. They came on foot. A long line of them. Men and women. Young and old. They carried no carts. They carried no packs. They...

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