The Pale Dance
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the dirt road into a slurry of mud and broken leaves, and Elias Vane walked through it with a steadiness that seemed unnatural for a man who had been walking since the sun was barely up, his boots heavy with the weight of the earth he was leaving behind, carrying in his arms a small, wooden box that was lighter than...
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