The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cart wheels groaned against the packed mud of the high road, a rhythmic complaint that echoed the hollow ache in Elara’s chest as she drove the mule team into the valley of St. Jude. The air here was thick, not with the crisp bite of autumn that usually signaled the end of the season, but with a heavy, sweet rot that clung to the skin like damp wool. She had come to deliver the final...

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