The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The train hissed into the yard at Blackwood, a long, metallic exhale that shook the dust from the platform. Elias Thorne stepped off the carriage, his boots striking the gravel with a rhythmic, heavy cadence. He was fifty-two, but he moved with the stiff, coiled tension of a man twice that age. In his hands, he carried a leather case, worn smooth by decades of grip, its edges frayed like the...

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