The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gate screamed. It tore open with a shriek that cut through the damp air of the courtyard. Elias stood before it. His hands were bleeding. The blood dripped onto the mossy stones. He did not wipe them. He looked at the gate. It was his body now. Or rather, his back was the gate. His spine was the hinge. "Close it," said the voice behind him. It was Old Man Thorne. The Headmaster. He sat...

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