The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cart wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the lower city, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that echoed off the damp stone walls. Elias dragged his weight through the morning mist, the leather straps of his harness biting into his shoulders. He was a man of middling years, his face mapped with the fine lines of chronic exhaustion, his eyes the color of weak tea. Behind him, the cart held...

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