The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The oak beam did not fall so much as it exhaled, a heavy, splintering sigh that caught Elias Thorne in the left hand as he adjusted the pulley for the harvest procession, the wood shattering against the bone with a sound like a dry branch snapping under a boot. He was on the ground before the dust settled, the pain a white, blinding light that erased the cheering crowd and the smell of roasted...

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