The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The road was red. It had been red for three days. The clay churned by the rain of the previous week now held the color of dried blood. It stained the hem of Elias’s cloak. It stained his boots. It stained the mind. He walked. His back was straight. His spine was iron. Or perhaps it was wood. He could not tell anymore. The weight on his shoulder was not heavy. It was light. It was the lightness...

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