The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train, a rusted iron beast of the old line, shuddered to a halt outside the window of the manor, its brakes screaming a metallic wail that cut through the fog like a knife through silk. Elias Thorne stood by the glass, his reflection ghostly and fragmented in the grey pane, watching the mist roll in from the moor, thick and swirling, erasing the world beyond the tracks. He was a man of few...

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