The Pale Dance

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2026-08-18 12:46:09 -

The Pale Dance

The carriage rattled over the cobblestones of the Old Quarter, a skeletal wooden thing that seemed less a vehicle than a collection of grievances bound together by rusted iron and the sheer, stubborn will of the horses pulling it through the mist. Inside, Elias Vane sat with his hands clasped over his knees, the leather of his gloves creaking softly with every tremor of the wheels, his eyes...

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