The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog did not roll in from the sea; it rose from the soot, a pale, suffocating blanket that tasted of iron and old dust. Arthur Vane stood at the gate of the St. Jude’s Sanitarium, his coal-stained hands gripping the iron bars until his knuckles turned white, watching the mist swirl around the headstone of the groundskeeper who had died three days prior. He had come for Elara, for the release...

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