The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain fell on the ancient moor with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a slow, liquid erasure of the world, blurring the boundary between the sky and the earth until both became a single, weeping gray void, and it was into this void that Eleanor Fairchild walked, her boots sinking into the mud that clung to her ankles with a tenacious, almost affectionate grip, as if the...

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