The Pale Dance
The limestone hums. You feel it in the marrow of your shins before you feel it in the air. It is a low, sub-audible thrum, a frequency that bypasses the ear and strikes the bone directly. You are Elias, thirty-two, a master mason in the stone-walled town of Oakhaven. You want to complete the bell tower’s final arch before the frost sets in. The opposing force is the Pale Dance, a localized...
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