The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the narrow lane in Harrowgate into slick mirrors reflecting the dim, amber glow of the streetlamps that flickered with an arrhythmic, dying pulse. Elias Thorne walked, his coat heavy with the dampness that seemed to seep not just into the fabric but into the marrow of his bones, carrying within...

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