The Pale Dance
He left the town of Maldon Cross by the North Gate, which was the only gate not yet chained, though it had been chained in his mind for nine days, and he slipped out past the watchman's brazier at the hour when the dying were quietest and the sky over the downs had the green, watery look of a sick man's morning. His satchel held his instruments, his astrolabe, a folded copy of Galen's Methodus...
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