The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The air in the Oakhaven Grange tasted of roasted chestnuts and cheap gin, a thick, cloying sweetness that hung heavy over the linoleum floor. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood near the pillar, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the stage where Major Vance was shaking hands with the town council members. Elias was thirty-four, a man carved from the same hard granite as the northern ridge he had...

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