The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell tower collapsed at dawn. It did not fall so much as it disintegrated. Stone turned to dust. Dust turned to mist. The sound was not a crash but a long, grinding sigh that shook the dust from the rafters of the chapel. Thomas sat in the nave, his hands wrapped around the chalice. He did not look up. He knew what was happening. He had waited for it for thirty years. The chalice was heavy....

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