The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud of the crossing was thick as old blood, sucking at the boots of the two travelers who had been running through the rain since the moon rose, the water dripping from their hoods in a steady, rhythmic hiss that seemed to mark the passing of seconds they could not afford to lose. Elias looked back, not at the path behind him which was already erasing his footprints into the grey slurry of...

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