The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The scriptorium of St. Jude’s was a place of dust and silence, where the only sound was the scratch of quill on vellum and the heavy, rhythmic breathing of men who had forgotten how to speak. Elias Thorne sat hunched over his desk, the winter light failing in the narrow windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the parchment. He was thirty-four years old, his fingers stained permanently...

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