The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain on the roof of the old inn was not a sound so much as a presence, a heavy, wet blanket that muffled the world outside. Elias stood by the window, his hands gripping the sill until the wood creaked under his weight. He was a man of few words, a clerk by trade, a watcher by nature. His father, Arthur, had died three days prior, and the house on the hill, the one with the crooked chimney...

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