The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The house stood in the rain. It was a large place, old stone and slate, set back from the road on a hill that dropped away into a grey valley. Elias stood on the porch. He held the key in his hand. It was heavy. Brass. Cold. He had held it for forty years. He had turned it in the lock a thousand times. He knew the groan of the door. He knew the creak of the third step. He knew the dust that...

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