The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell tower did not ring at dawn, as it had for three hundred years, but instead exhaled a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the marrow of every bone in the village of Oakhaven. It was a sound that tasted of iron and old dust, a sonic presence that hung in the air like a heavy, invisible shroud. Thomas Bradshaw lay in his narrow cot within the stone keep, his eyes open to the dim grey light...

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