The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The wool coat hung on the back of the chair, its elbows worn thin as parchment, its color a faded ochre that had long since surrendered to the gray of the room. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands hovering at his sides, trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the silence that had settled over the house. It was a quiet that possessed texture, thick and suffocating, the kind that...

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