The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The road wound up through the heath, a ribbon of pale gravel cutting through the darkening bracken. I walked with a heavy step, my boots sinking into the mud that clung to the soles like wet wool. The air tasted of iron and damp earth. I was not looking for anything. I was only running from the weight of what I had done, or rather, the weight of what they said I had done. The village was miles...

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