The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain fell in sheets, turning the mud of the northern ridge into a slurry that sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with every step. He counted the seconds between the drops hitting the hollow of his neck, a rhythmic tapping that matched the throb in his bleeding arm. Twelve seconds. Thirteen. He checked the strap of his satchel, feeling the weight of the ledger inside, a heavy, cold brick of...

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