The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud was thick and black, clinging to the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he stood before the barricade. It was not a military fortification, but a line of overturned market stalls and rusted farm gates, manned by men who had once been neighbors. The air smelled of wet wool and old fear. You are crossing the line, Elias. The voice came from the front of the group. It was not loud, yet it...

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