The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fever came on a Tuesday, when the sun hung low and yellow over the salt marshes of Alderwick. It struck the children first, then the elders, leaving the streets of the town silent and damp. You were the only one who moved with purpose, your boots crunching on the frost-hardened ground, your hands wrapped around the cold iron of your staff. The air smelled of brine and rotting kelp, a scent...

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