The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dream was not of fire, but of ash, a fine white powder that settled on Elias Thorne’s tongue and clogged the airways of his lungs, a suffocating silence that tasted of iron and old paper. He woke with a gasp, his body a map of bruised bruises and broken ribs, the damp stone walls of the infirmary pressing in against his skin like the hands of the dead. The air smelled of boiled wool, sweat,...

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