The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The floorboards shift while you sleep. You hear the creak, a sound like a knuckle cracking, then the groan of timber dragging against timber. You wake with your heart hammering against your ribs, the air in the room thick with the smell of damp earth and old dust. You are Elias, forty-two, and you are trapped. The house, your ancestral home, has moved the hallway again. The path to the front...

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