The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dampness of the garrison barracks did not merely settle into the stone walls; it seeped into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne, a cold, persistent ache that mirrored the phantom weight on his left hand. He woke not to the sound of the watchman’s horn, but to the sensation of a spectral finger, cool and rigid as iron, pressing a silver band into his palm. In the dream, which had recurred...

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