The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The cobblestones in the central square were not moving, yet they rippled like water disturbed by a stone. You held the vial in your left hand, your knuckles white, the glass cold and slick with the sweat of your grip. The tremor had started twenty minutes ago, a low, rhythmic thud that you felt in your teeth before you heard it in the air. Your name is Elias. You are twenty-four years old, a...

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