The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, grey curtain that pressed against the windowpanes of the moving carriage, blurring the world outside into a smear of indistinct green and brown until the landscape became less a place and more a memory of a place. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his hands folded tightly in his lap, the knuckles white not from cold but from the sheer,...

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