The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The carriage jolted over a rut in the gravel, sending Elias Thorne’s spine into a sharp, familiar ache as he clutched the leather satchel to his chest. He was thirty-two, a man who had spent his life cataloging the flight patterns of seabirds, yet here he was, driving into the heart of a war zone to settle the debts of a dead father who had never admitted to owing anything. The house, a...

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