The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain did not fall. It pressed. You stand at the threshold. The wood is wet. It is dark. You are Elias. You are the investigator. Or so you think. The house breathes. It is a large house. Victorian. Bones of brick and slate. It sits in the valley, far from the road. Your car is dead behind you. The battery is gone. The phone has no signal. You have walked for an hour. The mud sucks at your...

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