The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old bread. Elias knelt in the dark. His knees ached. He was a scholar of the old rites. He knew the words. He knew the costs. He had spent his life studying the hunger. Now, the hunger was his. Margaret brought the loaf. It was white. It was soft. It was enough. She set it on the cold floor. Her hands trembled. She did not speak. She never spoke much. She was...

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