The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mist did not lift that morning. It settled into the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a thick, gray wool blanket, smothering the sharp edges of the world until everything looked soft, indistinct, and dangerously close. I stood on the porch of the old mill, watching the fog roll in from the river, and I felt the familiar weight of my own reflection staring back at me from the dark water. I was...

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