The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, cold mist that settled into the marrow of the bone and erased the sharp lines of the world. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the chasm, his boots sinking into the sodden earth, watching his brother, Elias, walk away into the gray nothingness. There was no dramatic gesture, no shout of farewell, only the slow, deliberate retreat of a...

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