The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell above the door chimes, a thin, metallic shriek that cuts through the humid air of the workshop. Elias looks up from the bench, his hands still stained with the soot of the kiln. He does not stand. He knows the weight of the shoes that just crossed the threshold. They are heavy, leather-soled, and they belong to someone who owns the town. "Is it finished, Elias?" The voice is not loud,...

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