The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud of the valley was thick and black, sucking at the boots of the two riders as they pushed their horses up the ridge. Rain had fallen all night, turning the world into a smear of grey and brown, and the air smelled of wet stone and decay. Elara did not look back. She knew, with the certainty of a bone breaking, that the men behind them were close. She could hear the clatter of hooves on...

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