The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A thick, grey mist clung to the eaves of the town hall, blurring the world into a watercolor sketch of slate and rust. Elias Thorne stood by the window. He wiped the condensation with his thumb. The glass was cold. He was the town’s only sheriff. He had been for six years. His uniform hung loose on his frame. The brass buttons were dull. They had not been...

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