The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bells of St. Jude’s did not ring. They clattered. A dry, wooden sound, like knuckles rapping against a coffin lid. I stood at the edge of the moss, my boots sinking into the wet earth that smelled of rot and iron. The fog was thick. It did not drift. It hung, a white shroud draped over the shoulders of the village, suffocating the trees, blinding the sky. I was here to find the thief. We...

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