The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the soot-stained brick of the town hall and the weary faces of the men who stood beneath its eaves. Elias Thorne stood among them, though he did not stand so much as he hovered, a ghost tethered to the physical world by nothing more than the weight...

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