The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, colder than the November air that bit through his coat, and he held it still against the glass of the lantern, watching the needle tremble. It was a small, mechanical thing, a tool for measuring the earth, yet in the dim light of the surveyor’s tent, it seemed to pulse with a faint, internal life. Outside, the wind howled across the northern...

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