The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog rolled off the harbor in thick, grey curtains, swallowing the dock pilings one by one until only the black water remained. Elias stood at the edge of the pier, his boots caked in the wet silt of the breakwater. He was waiting for the barge. He had been waiting for three hours. The cold was a physical weight, pressing against his chest, settling into the joints of his knees, a familiar...

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