The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The bell for the night shift rang, a dull, metallic thud that vibrated through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots, and he knew with a cold certainty in his gut that this was the last one. The fog in Aethelgard was thicker than usual, a gray soup that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the joints of the ancient watchtower, dampening the wool of his coat and chilling the marrow of his...

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