The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell in the tower of Saint Jude’s rang not with sound, but with light. It was a pale, blinding white. It struck the stones. It struck the air. It struck Elias. Elias was a clerk. He had been a clerk for thirty years. He wrote in small, neat letters. He filed papers. He drank tea at noon. He was a man of small habits. Now he stood in the road. The road was long. It went north. It went into...

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