The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet over the town of Harrowgate, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the low clouds. It was a wet, industrial autumn, the kind that settled into the bones and stayed there. In the small office above the general store, Elias Thorne sat hunched over a desk cluttered with papers and a single, wilting sprig of rosemary. He was a man of sharp angles and...

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