The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mortar shell did not strike the ground but rather the very fabric of the air before it, a violet smear of static that tasted of copper and old rain on the tongue of Major Elias Thorne. He stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Ashworth Estate, a place that had once echoed with the clatter of silver spoons and the murmured secrets of high society, now reduced to a skeletal cathedral of...

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