The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, dull rhythm against the slate roof of the Holloway manor, a sound that had once been the background to quiet evenings and now felt like a countdown. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold glass, watching the mist swallow the garden. He was fifty-two, a man who had spent thirty years in the uniform of the...

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