The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The clay vessel was warm against Elias’s palm, a heat that had nothing to do with the sun, which was already dipping low behind the ridge of the valley, casting long, bruised shadows across the dirt road. He tightened his grip, feeling the hairline fracture run through the ceramic like a vein of dry lightning, and checked the contents once more before he set down his pack. Inside, wrapped in...

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