The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell rang. It was a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the fog of the cellar. Elias stood. He had been kneeling. His knees ached. The floor was cold stone, slick with condensation. He rose slowly. His joints popped. The pain was a familiar companion. It lived in his shoulders, in the back of his neck. It was the ache of a man who had carried weight for too long. He looked at the table....

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