The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The fog in Aethelgard did not roll in; it seeped up from the cobblestones, a thick, mineral vapor that tasted of iron and old rain, vibrating at a low frequency that Elias Thorne could feel in the molars of his jaw as he tightened the leather straps of his surveyor’s pack. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose life had been reduced to a series of precise measurements and contractual...

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