The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Mara stood at the edge of the precipice, her boots sliding slightly on the slick, grey stone as the wind howled a low, mournful note that seemed to vibrate directly in her molars, and she watched the figure of her former supervisor, Elias, descending the ladder with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who knew he would never have to climb back up, his face a mask of polite indifference that was...

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