The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mist clung to the valley of Oakhaven like a burial shroud, heavy and wet, smelling of rotting peat and the ancient, indifferent breath of the earth, and as Elias Thorne walked the muddy track toward the village square, the weight of the silver thistle pinned to his lapel felt less like a decoration and more like a stone, cold and jagged against his chest, a physical manifestation of the...

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