The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the moor into a sucking quagmire and made the air taste of wet wool and old iron, and within this deluge, Elias Thorne, a man whose skin possessed the peculiar, translucent pallor of one who had spent too many decades in the shadow of the earth and not enough in its light, clutched a small, brass astrolabe to his...

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