The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The snow had not fallen for three days, a dry, pale dust that coated the northern pass in a silence that felt heavy as stone. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I have served the border for twenty years, a time long enough to wear the uniform into the skin but not long enough to forget the weight of a boy’s fever. Thomas was seven. He lay in the outpost’s bunk, his cheeks burning with a heat...

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