The Pale Dance
You scrub the blood from your fingernails with a pumice stone, the grit digging into the cuticles until the skin blisters. The water in the basin is brown and thick. You are Elias, thirty-two, a constable in Oakhaven, and you want to clear your name after the unjust dismissal for the Miller’s death. The opposing force is the village’s rigid caste system, which views your lower birth as inherent...
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