The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain hit the cobblestones with a rhythmic, metallic clatter. It was cold. It was wet. It was the end of the term. Elias stood on the steps of the university chapel. He held a leather satchel in his hands. Inside was a single, preserved specimen. A moth. It had wings like dried parchment. The scales were worn away. Only the veins remained. They were black. They were brittle. He looked up at...

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