The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog did not roll in. It rose. It climbed from the mud of the valley floor, thick and white as wool. It swallowed the lower fields first. Then the hedgerows. Then the stone walls that held back the dark. Thomas stood on the upper step of the porch. He held a lantern. The glass was dirty. The flame shook. He was looking for the boundary. The house was old. It had been old for a long time. The...

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