The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog that rolled in from the harbor did not merely obscure the world; it replaced it, weaving a gray shroud over the cobblestones and the iron lampposts until the city of Harrowgate became a memory rather than a place. Elias Thorne moved through this damp silence with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since stopped distinguishing between his own breath and the air he occupied....

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