The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gate of the old abbey stood ajar, a jagged wound in the moss-covered stone, exhaling a breath of damp earth and forgotten centuries that wrapped around Elias Thorne’s ankles like the cold shroud of his own conscience. He did not look back at the forest he had fled, a dense thicket of ancient oaks and whispering birches that seemed to lean in with predatory curiosity, for to look back...

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