The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The wool coat was heavy, its surface rough against Elias Thorne’s palms as he smoothed a crease that refused to stay flat. It was a dark, unremarkable thing, the color of wet slate, but to Elias it was the only thing that felt solid in a world that had begun to leak. He held it up to the window of his small office in Oakhaven, watching the afternoon light catch the threads, and for a second,...

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