The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train station at Ashworth Junction was a cavern of iron and steam, a place where the air tasted of coal dust and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his grip white-knuckled around the handle of a leather trunk that felt less like luggage and more like a shackle. He was a man of forty years, though the hollows in his cheeks made him look older, a face carved by the...

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