The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The dust in Oakhaven did not settle so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent haze that coated the back of the throat and the lining of the soul, a physical reminder that nothing here was ever truly clean or final. Elias Thorne stood in the narrow hallway of their modest clapboard house, his boots already laced tight against the coming road, while his wife, Clara, sat on the edge of the bed...

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