The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The iron gate was not locked, yet it was as heavy as a grave, and when little Thomas Bradshaw pulled on the rusted handle, the sound it made was a long, groaning scream that echoed off the damp stone walls of the cloister, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of his bones, a sound that felt less like metal on metal and more like the earth itself shifting in its sleep. He stood there,...

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