The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The coat had begun to fray at the elbows before the winter had even fully set in, its wool thinning into a translucent gray that offered no warmth and no dignity. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the narrow hallway of the cottage, adjusting the lapel with hands that trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the sheer, exhausting weight of being perceived. It was a charcoal overcoat,...

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