The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray veil that smothered the cobblestones of the courtyard and turned the limestone walls of the Inquisition into damp, breathing things. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the fountain, his cloak heavy with water, watching the reflection of the moon struggle to break through the mist. He was a man who had spent his life dissecting...

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