The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung. It was a gray, suspended veil that turned the world into a watercolor left out in the damp, bleeding the edges of the houses until they softened into the mist. Elias Vance stood on the porch of the town hall, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, relentless tapping. He had just signed the release forms for the last of the detainees....

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