The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mist clung to the slate roofs of the old mill complex, a persistent, damp shroud that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the river below. Silas Thorne stood at the edge of the loading dock, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the last of the crates disappear into the waiting trucks. He was a man carved from the same cold stone as the buildings around him, precise and enduring,...

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