The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud on the wheel tracks of the provincial road was thick enough to swallow the iron rims of Elias Thorne’s carriage, slowing his progress to a crawl. He was thirty years old, a captain with ten years of service and a promotion that should have been his by right, but the rigid bureaucracy of the old regime loomed ahead like an immovable wall of gray stone. He needed the rank. He needed the...

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