The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The magistrate’s boot scuffed the frost, a sharp crack that echoed off the stone wall. Elias did not flinch. He watched the man’s hand go into his coat, not for a weapon, but for a ledger. The book was thick, bound in leather that looked like dried skin. The magistrate, a man named Corvus, tapped the cover with a finger that had lost its tip to frostbite years ago. He looked at Elias, then at...

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