The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell rang. It did not chime. It cracked. A sound like a bone snapping under a boot. Elias stood in the mud. The rain fell. Cold. Wet. He looked at the clock tower. The face was gone. Shattered glass glittered in the dark. No hands. No numbers. Just the hole. The town of Oakhaven held its breath. Silence. Then, the shouting. Elias did not move. He was a man made of stone. Or perhaps ice. It...

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