The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The frost had not yet cleared from the cobblestones of the village square when the Inquisitor’s men arrived, their boots crunching with the heavy, deliberate finality of men who had already decided the outcome. Elias stood in the doorway of his cottage, his hands still stained green from the yarrow and feverfew he had been grinding for the blacksmith’s coughing wife, and he watched as they...

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