The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The storm broke against the cliff face like a hammer. Elias held the lantern. The glass cracked. A shard flew. It cut his palm. He did not look down. He looked up. The sky was black. The sea was white. He was a man of words. Now he was a man of wind. The path was narrow. It was a ledge. It was carved into the rock by time. By water. By fear. Behind him, the door to the lighthouse was open. The...

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