The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron was red. It screamed when I struck it. Not the hiss of quenching. A shriek. Thin. High. Like a child waking from a bad dream in a dark room. I pulled the tongs. The bar glowed in the center of the anvil. My hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of it. The hammer felt heavy. Too heavy. It had never been this heavy before. "Stop," said Elias. He stood by the door. His coat was...

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