The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink in the well was blacker than the night outside the monastery of St. Jude, a deep, viscous pool that reflected the trembling candlelight of Elias Thorne. He was twelve years old, his fingers stained up to the second knuckle, and he sat in the scriptorium with the final page of the Abbot’s forbidden ledger open before him, the parchment rough and cold against his palms. The Abbot, Father...

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