The Pale Dance
I counted the hours. Fourteen in the archive, six walking home through the fog, and the rest sleeping or waking with a taste like burnt wood in my mouth. I am Elias, forty-two, a junior archivist in Oakhaven. My job is to catalog the medicinal herbs used by the village healers before the hospital was built. I need to finish my thesis by winter. The deadline is non-negotiable. If I fail, I lose...
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