The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The morning fog did not lift; it thickened, a white wool drawn over the face of the valley until the world beyond the stone walls of the Abbey ceased to exist. Inside, the air was stale and heavy with the scent of wet limestone and old incense. Silas stood by the high window, his fingers tracing the condensation that beaded on the cold glass. He was not a man in the conventional sense, nor was...

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