The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The long oak table in the village hall groaned under the weight of the harvest, a sprawling testament to a prosperity that Elias Thorne found intellectually suspect. He sat at the head, his white shirt crisp against the stained wood, holding a glass of red wine he did not drink, watching the steam rise from the communal pots. The air was thick with the scent of roasted lamb, rosemary, and the...

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