The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the grey slabs of St. Jude’s University with a persistent, rhythmic drumming that sounded like the world ending in small, wet pieces. Elias Thorne stood at his desk, a man of forty winters who had spent the last decade cataloguing the silence between words. He was a scholar of etymology, a keeper of dead languages, and currently, he was...

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