The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The axe bit deep. The wood splintered. Red sap wept. Elias wiped his brow. He was bleeding. Not from the cut. From the fear. The forest watched. It did not blink. It was quiet. Too quiet. The village lay below. Stone and smoke. And hunger. Elias held the axe. His father’s axe. Heavy iron. Cold handle. He had carried it for years. Across the sea. Across the years. He was a stranger here. A man...

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